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one mic, one beat, one artist, not to complex
Just hip hop, battlin, flowin, w/e, hip hop
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Genre
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Peak #1,208
Peak in subgenre #99
Author
pandemonium
Uploaded
December 25, 2003
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MP3 2.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
the eyes of many focused on a torn apart race/
descent from beauty, now a worn and scarred face/
we've only fueled the fire with the scourn of our hate/
upon the date, 9 11, we saw our fate/
no stoppin the inevitable, we've created a menace/
the cells within, each have been mandated to end us/
they applaud america, a country said to be superior/
a false claim, because its rotting away from the interior/
the boys name was, he grew up on the block/
every day he dreamed of someday rulin the block/
but he was ridiculed for the culture that plagued his dignity/
laughed at spit upon, wounded his soul critically/
hammed fought for his respect, came home with bruises and cuts/
the country that protected him now abused him for fun/
he would hide in allyways, chill out and light a bone/
only way to release his anger was on the microphone/
his way with words gave hope to his dreams/
but the reality of racism had broken the means/
as he continued to grow hammed hated all that surrounded him/
swore vegeance on the neighborhood that would shout at him/
"fuck you towelhead" "your better off dead"/
and then the day came that transformed hammed/
the twin towers lay in ashes, a country wide crisis/
but the boy started thinking when he heard of alkidis/
these people were much like him, drowning in oppression/
but they retaliated with unstoppable aggression/
they promised serendipity, a land free of murderin/
endless food and riches, as well as 70 virgins/
he adopted the ways of allahs holy pilgrimmage/
it was clear that only path to salvation was militant/
so he strapped 18 sticks of dynamite around his waist/
sprinted into a public building, and slaughtered 58/
27 wounded, 31 dead, including himself/
now hammed was ready for his hoes and his wealth/
some say as he went up in flames he proclaimed victory/
hammed had found his revenge as he cackled bitterly/
and thus ends another tale of self inflicted misery/
the eyes of many focused on a torn apart race/
descent from beauty, now a worn and scarred face/
we've only fueled the fire with the scourn of our hate/
upon the date, 9 11, we saw our fate/
no stoppin the inevitable, we've created a menace/
the cells within, each have been mandated to end us/
they applaud america, a country said to be superior/
a false claim, because its rotting away from the interior/
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