A song made for the purpose of non-commercialism, and aiming at industrial production. Explaining that mainstream is unwilling to settle for origionality just the same repetative bullsh***.
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Story behind the song
Spoken word giving props to any emcees with ill penmenship, trying not only to expose my speed, (especialy in the second verse) but also the messege of mainstreams obsessive focus twords materialistic things. Not to say that I wouldn't like those things but flashy jewlery and spinning rims somtimes gives out the rong projection and weakins the skill of lyricism, and poisons what Hip Hop realy is.
Lyrics
1st verse
Grotescly edible, settle for confessional melodys/
skeletal instrumentals come with equivalent specialtys/
vigorus and metiphoricaly glorious amount of remedys/
never settle for incredible status credibilitys/
Hip Hop hipocracy is the opposite, a provocative monopoly/
but the percentage of the offensive is found in the images and photography/
fataly for days it's unsettled,let the rap petal rotate/
Hip Hop has poped a wheely, proceed with a new clean slate/
Desperate measures of effortless poetic pedigrees/
rap is a rehab and it happens to be regretibly, sentimentaly, materialistic, rap is the addiction/
but could it predict, to be the addicted/
mentaly it's treason for producing unique rap utilitys but I never let it burden my abilitys/
I just sit back with a passion and spit different types of agilitys/
not to menchin thats because of the correctional facilitys/
Hook
Just Keep it concious inteligent/
rap needs medicine/
why you think you better then rap when it made you develope it/
concious inteligent, main stream is irrelivent/
commercialism, a deadly sin/
so check the rap testiment/
2nd verse
Spoken word for the organic of rappin/
enfaduated with affirmative facts/
I contracted a penmenship action nobody can duplicate so know that/
synthetic emcees are testin me as the pengilum swings/
but I digest em patheticly my beats are the seasoning/
spit imperial material, pack lyrical artillery/
lead the audience through an obsticle, with an obnoxious delivery/
I'm like ill binoculars, visions toxic, twisted with an atrosity/
possibly chaos, if you crusified on a cross thats what it costs to be/
so you follow your rap intentions so your credentials are charismatic/
deposit the rap game colateral and proceed to spit like a fanatic/
the meditative state that it takes to make it is mistaken for the uncreative/
white black portoreacan, hip hop elivates in stages/
so untangle the remainder, lets say you trained to be an emcee that makes it, your rhymin traits are basic praised by your friends and other relatives/
you follow with self esteem and dream to redeem a street status good/
dedicated your time by the globe rotation, but you still misunderstood/
Hook repeats
third verse
my habitat is combative/
equalateraly massive with the vocab/
my words are jagged and slashable/
it's hazardous where emcees throats at/
my cranium is incredible, envious fagots I wrote that/
smack yout ass with and aisian gong bitch flow after that/
hook repeat (btw, I didn't have much time to make this shit so the last chorus echos, had an effect on the program I worked with and forgot to turn it off.)
