I Live hip hop, Man I breathe it
i've been in the game for a while, I truly bleed this
speaker wire veins, hearts a home on sedgwick
the beat gets me through the rain, lyrics pick me up like dead lifts
Nuthin' quite as beautiful as when a pen hits the paper
unless it's painted on city walls, bodegas to sky scrapers
lets keep it going in the name of hiphop, Dj's to beatmakers
Emcee's, Painters and let us never forget the breakers........................

my new theme song



erikboyd60@hotmail.com

"True poetry can communicate before it is understood"

-T.S. Eliot

battle record:

7-0-0

Added (17/Feb/09, 4:52 Pm)
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just pastin' shit together to see how it looks(don't trip)...I think it would be dope if everyone spit all mixed in with each other rather than just one verse at a time.....
what's hip hop to me? not hypocrisy/
spit toxically, beat box and free/
think consciously, rhyme optimally/
rap anomalies laying lyrics dominantly/
never abominably. predominantly/
bombing G's, disarming emcees/
M-I-Cs hooked up to M-P-Cs/
from L-E-S to M-E-D/
N-A-S to P-N-C/
WE rose from, the rubble,
with flows from the struggle,
when a powerful force,
ran an unparalleled course,
stand true at the helm,
of a brand new sound,
for this new day is upon us,
SEE WE came, from four corners,
crossed even more borders,
tossed through the seven horror waters,
escaped the corporate slaughters,
evolved from tape recorders,
been solved, wit a cordless
(...)
microphone, the type of poem,
that changed our identity,
enlightened, grown, like, iv flown,
into a strange entity,
ignite and blown,
hip hop we're shown,
the way it was meant to be,
somebody sitting spitting as a remedy/
commercial entities are meant to please/
the C-E-O of U-M-G and his cronies/
find and sign these phonies/
when lonely, get no Love like Monie/
labels only care if you go gold. me?/
i keep holding the hope I'll be molding/
a new shape for hip hop. it's unfolding/
lead by us, the crew that puts MC's in damnation/
Rebels for Emancipation And Liberation/
Helping Innocent People Hurdle Oppression/
and Prejudice forever. class is in session/
receive this lesson, time for mic cession/
mic blessing and record pressing/
i'm the Master Creator, my Mic's Crescent/
from bent words stretching, you need direction/
for hip hop i have affection.
Black Menace young guerrilla running tru the mainstream
Bombing and attacking the wealth of the high class fiend
Ain't 68 its a new millennium the new generation of soldiers are here
Ain't talkin' about robocop get yo mind straight we just the supreme team
Militant activist more hardcore then Wu tang's Cream
Real Hip Hop Forever the visionaries of the Utopian dream
It's amazing
I'm the reason
Everybody fired up this evening

I'm exhausted
Barely breathing
Holding on to what I believe in

I'm a monster
I'm a maven
I know this world is changin'

Never gave in
Never gave up
I'm the only thing I'm afraid of

and No matter what
You'll never take that from me
My reign is as far as your eyes can see
who would have thought I'd last this long
I'm far from dead just in a place where I dont belong
holding on,though I got some cats tearing me apart
money is the issue its official now I got no heart
confused not knowing whats real and whats not
the next generation is changin my name to pop
they changed my style got me rockin on another flow now
tellin everybody that this how its suppose to go down
hell nah what happened to the bboys djs and emcees
now I got a whole bunch of clowns representing me
actin like they know about me but their mentality
is based on making profit thats it no creativity
no dedication no love not even decency
makin a mockery of me and my history
but its time to act now time to change this scenery
real hip hop forever,scream it loud with me
We the brothers of the old school and underground
Righteous, powerful, attacking mainstream sound
don't do it for cash,hoes or cars
We have more soul then the mainstream by far
Banging the real music on our boom box all day long
Having Hip-Hop in our heart and we stay strong
Bringing Hip-Hop in the universe metaphysical
representing the real its our daily ritual
Helping Innocent People Hurdle Oppression/
and Prejudice forever. class is in session/
receive this lesson, time for mic cession/
mic blessing and record pressing/
i'm the Master Creator, my Mic's Crescent/
from bent words stretching, you need direction/
for hip hop i have affection.
hell nah what happened to the bboys djs and emcees
now I got a whole bunch of clowns representing me
actin like they know about me but their mentality
is based on making profit thats it no creativity
no dedication no love not even decency
makin a mockery of me and my history
but its time to act now time to change this scenery
real hip hop forever,scream it loud with me
I Live this shit, Man I breathe this shit
please pardon the cussin' but I fuckin' bleed this shit
speaker wire veins, hearts a home on sedgwick
the beat gets me through the rain, lyrics pick me up like dead lifts
Nuthin' quite as beautiful as when a pen hits the paper
unless it's painted on city walls, bodegas to sky scrapers
lets keep it going in the name of hiphop, Dj's to beatmakers
Emcee's, Painters and let us never forget the breakers........................

"UNTIL THEY STOP ME, BURY, MURDER ME OR DROP ME, I GOT...THUG LUV FOR MY NATIONWIDE POSSE"

Message edited by LethaFace - Tuesday, 17/Feb/09, 4:56 PM

what's hip hop to me? not hypocrisy/ spit toxically, beat box and free/ think consciously, rhyme optimally/ rap anomalies laying lyrics dominantly/ never abominably. predominantly/ bombing G's, disarming emcees/ M-I-Cs hooked up to M-P-Cs/ from L-E-S to M-E-D/ N-A-S to P-N-C/ somebody sitting spitting as a remedy/ commercial entities are meant to please/ the C-E-O of U-M-G and his cronies/ find and sign these phonies/ when lonely, get no Love like Monie/ labels only care if you go gold. me?/ i keep holding the hope I'll be molding/ a new shape for hip hop. it's unfolding/ lead by us, the crew that puts MC's in damnation/ Rebels for Emancipation And Liberation/ Helping Innocent People Hurdle Oppression/ and Prejudice forever. class is in session/ receive this lesson, time for mic cession/ mic blessing and record pressing/ i'm the Master Creator, my Mic's Crescent/ from bent words stretching, you need direction/
I'm forcing hip hop's rebirth by Cesaerian section.

that sounds good

wtf?

lol then why did you write it there as your verse, you must have intended it for the cipher and wrote it here by mistake.

is that your emcee/producer name or do you go by something else?

my new theme song



erikboyd60@hotmail.com

"True poetry can communicate before it is understood"

-T.S. Eliot

battle record:

7-0-0