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our train of thought put into rhyme. final version
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The Union is a hip-hop group who works to marry ill rhymes with ill beats, composed of Knowledge aka AK, and Da Vinci aka Da Verbal Arteest. We are based at Morgan State University in Baltimore. We make good hip-hop, we don't claim to be revolutionary. The only thing revolutionary about us is the fact that we're different than the norm, because we are ourselves on the mic. We think, we feel, and we're ill. If you want straight underground "nerd-rap", we implore you to open your mind. If you want straight "shoot'em up" or "street-hustla" rap, we implore you to open your mind. Life is about balancing opposing forces, as is our music. To describe our music succinctly, we are mcs' mcs. No pedestrian rhymes or formulaic songs this way. No wack beats that sound like everything else you hear. If it ain't ill, our name ain't goin near it. But dont get it twisted that we spit like encyclopedias, our songs are very accesible. Yet every time u listen, you'll catch something you didn't the time before.
Song Info
Charts
Peak #5,468
Peak in subgenre #377
Author
The Union
Rights
2007
Uploaded
June 15, 2007
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MP3 2.6 MB 128 kbps 2:51
Story behind the song
(Da~Vinci) I'm going through money problems in college and when I was preparing for college i was told that since my peoples is on welfare i wouldn't need to pay anything for college. Needless to say that that's not true but i was venting in my verse. my(knowledge's) verse really was written over the course of a year. i wrote the first part last summer, then this summer i finished it, adding the "skip a year, come back, finish the rap so it aint wack..." part.
Lyrics
Da~Vinci: It's like should I, just throw in the towel and give it up/ I'm at my lowest point, steady struggling spitting up/ was taught in order to survive ~ you've got to be live/ Thats why niggahs are evil cause they're ass backwards analyze/ I fan the lies~ dyslexic rhetoric to see through the stench/ they're bull shitting presenting the past through future tense/ in the days we had the right to vote with limitations/ had to read to enter the booth and we lacked education/ now and days~same game different dice/ catching migrains cause black thoughts invading plauging my head like lice/ stipulative education Harvrd's the modern day Jim Crow/ reach for the stars but it's hard when you're six feet below/ false advertising of the money available for your schooling/ section 8 and foodstamp recipients getting fooled in/ to getting loans starting life out in debt/ same job you getting your degree for perfoeming them credit checks/ no respect for that masters that your trying to get/ cause your bachelors got you in retail next to liight skinned evette/ next to light skinned evette/ your bachelors got you in retail next to light skinned evette knowledge: is it ne wonder the leader of evil transformed to gun?/ coincidence i think not!/ held on every block/ my method thru the madness is four-eyes forward/ on the future stay focused, somethin like a stubborn taurus/ strugglin with this illusion called self-determination/ tell my niggas its a way, out this chaos we makin/ sometimes i feel like im fakin, lyin to myself/ this train of thought steady wanderin thru my grey depths/ why niggas too lazy to don the prophylactics?/ what happened to the old-school ass-gettin tactics?/ what happened to them singers who sang about love?/ what happened to recognizing the one up above?/ nowadays only gods is clothes, pussy, and money/ my thoughts black like philly frontment and today they not funny/(repeat 3x) skip a year come back, finish the rap so it aint wack/ new knowledge been obtained so the thoughts more black/ they force-fed us crack til we accepted our fate/ young cats is dyin im pourin liquor out at their wakes/ the facts is too hard to shake, but im too hard to break/ new lays is patriotic but the sentiments is fake/ fightin for pussy galore, power, and money/ thoughts black as philly frontman and today they not funny/
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