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16 Years old! Just trying to make a difference! Christian hip-hop, funny, fresh styles...YEEEAAAAH!
Seth David! A regular guy who picked up hip-hop not to long ago. No gimmicks, no faking, nothing special...just real. The is truth exposed thought Seth D's music.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #794
Peak in subgenre #74
Author
Seth David
Rights
Seth David
Uploaded
April 02, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:42
Story behind the song
A felt a need to express my opinions on hip-hop. The way i feel about it....this is what i came up with!=.
Lyrics
Ayo, a package a raps, rapped in brown paper,
Came and dropped at his door, created sounds waves,
And it jus had him off guard, he made a style with it,
And it changed all his thoughts, and now it’s his business,
-And his intention is, to cherish and nourish it,
Nurse is and care for it, till he knows what it’s purpose is,
Until if flourishes, he would work with its surfaces,
Converted his earth and turned him cuz now he endures with it,
-a worthless kid, who was saved by his father,
created to honor but then was changed by this genre,
he made up an alter, so he could offer the songs up,
that he was caught up in making for all the problem’s revolving,
and lurking this earth, and plaguing the culture,
and making it colder, fo all the maidens and soldiers,
the babies and daughters, so he took his package,
he went center and with his foot he smashed it,
the crooked rappers, would never stand for it,
they wanted to ban him for it, so they took a chance and warped it,
horded it, hid it, then they snitched him and whipped him
kicked him, a bit him, and then they hit him then, ditched him,
not before this spit on him, zipped down and piss on him,
hit down there fists’ on him, whipped out a pistol on him,
pistol whipped this kid, then everybody split,
kicked him in a muddy pit, left him with a bloody lip,
he was coughing bloody spit, these kid would cut his writs,
dudes with brutal hits, and he would soon be through but then…
he worked himself, until he had nurse his health,
but this curse he held, was one no person felt,
the churchy bells, then rang in the distance,
he came to senses, and chose to make a commitment,
he’d live for repentance and he would give up the rest of his,
gifts that he was presenting, and he would lift em to heaven,
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a child called hip-hop, run’s through the streets,
living in the gutter, just lookin for peace,
pourin out his soul, doesn’t know where to go,
turns to the culture, then he takes control,
a child called hip-hop, fiends for attention,
needs a connection, so he’s screamin with reverence,
pourin out his soul, doesn’t know where to go,
turns to the culture, then he takes control,
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what started with a fad turned into an epidemic,
but the nature of evil, would take it twist and bent it,
who would represent it, the way its suppose to be,
cuz cats who flow on beats, would only pose to be street,
they ain’t know of the peace, that resided in truth,
they just violent shoot, because the lies say its cool,
-but that’s a lot bull, and this child couldn’t stand it,
the meaning of this game, fell apart he felt abandoned,
it held his hand and then it just slowly let him go,
but little did it know, that it would soon effect his soul,
and redirect his tone, to a popular scheme,
the pop culture scene, and he would start all this beef,
he’d chopped up the scene, with some meaningful raps,
and he would rock all the peeps, with just a piece of the past,
and the peace from past, wants to redeemed it at last,
and be a seeker of truth, that cats receiving as fact,
as easy as math, the progression excelled,
like 1, 2, 3, all the blessing he felt,
reflected his health, they redirected the sales,
but we wasn’t aware there was, there set back that dwelled,
-a darkness in slumber, it came and shocked him like thunder,
he walked and he wondered what had become of this genre
it all became slaughtered, and what they market, appalled him,
cats called him out yo because they wanted to stop him,
and keep him from speakin, and preachin like deacons,
the meaning and reason, we sieze this thing that we’re breathin,
the streets sure reekin, yo of the week and meekness,
that seeped and is easing it way to reach these people,
this sewer of weasels, and filled up with evil,
killa’s that lethal, that wanna fill up the feeble,
mind of this man, and wanna change where
