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Raps finished diminished-plummeted due to money game minions
How could a lie win awards and ribbons videos wit whore and pigeons
They falsify their wars wit gimmicks left the door open to mimics
To flow wit limits but a hand full left to blow the rivets
Hordes get ripped kid left to ponder with bruised brains
Whose names would be the wun to claim the fools shame
Emceein is the art and constant sword swinging with these darts
Will leave ya heart bleeding and akin to scars left to question the stars
Weather investing in this art is worth contesting these sharks
Cats rap about gats and caps penetrating fast
Bitches in the back shaking ass dressed to mack
IS THIS THE CRAFT that the gods of hip hop left to spat
In streets with a boom box pumas and a kango hat
Turn tables mics gold chains da beat boxer and commence the rap
Believe that. Hip hop has gottin to a point of no feedback
Catts on the hook but they really fish jagged wit da crooks
Brothers getting slammed wit da books than handed da mic for the look
Its just going no where- kids growing up today thinking this is real
When its faker than no stains on stainless steal THE FAME IS SEALED
Underground never to become nothing but an essence
The big money market avoids the questions of hiphops presence
But the evidence sheds irrelevance to tell this kids the hell we spent
From a casio four pound 30 second four round battles wit wars found
Arms crossed over after ya verse was dispersed
Cats in the background sayin damn that hurts -yo yo yo comes in three second sperts
Peotry of high proportions knowledge of ya enemy spat like a spout from a whale inna a ocean
NOW THAT’S FLOWIN






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