Mic Forever (Rnd 1 Topical)
Battleboards.com 2002 Topical Audio Tourny vs. KaZe- Round 1. The topic was hip/hop cavemen and I flipped shit all around in this one. So click on it now.
Reppin it for hip/hop and reppin it for Divine Aggression. Just tryin' to elevate.
Check out the music. That's probally why you're here.
Lyrics
Yo…we’re all cavemen, tethered to our own enslavement’s/
Arrangements, a product of our own behavment//
Tied up in cages, caves and amazement/
Technological advances became contagious//
4000 years ago, aint nuttin changin/
Jeopardy holdin us depravation//
To rise above, to let my voice take flight/
I reach between two boulders and pull out mic//
Let my words lead the journeys/ and returning furies//
With tha Jurassic world we live in w/ excemption of girlies///
With the mic in hand, I can let my voice be heard/
For when im spitten relentless, I slur my words//
But that’s ok, cuz I’m on a search for food and water/
Enlightening my mind to avoid future torture//
I walk down hot asphalt barefoot and bewildered/
B/c the time changes but our mind-states don’t//
Water needs to be filtered/
But my rhyme-rate don’t//
So I sit on dense metal and continue to float///
Rhymin with the hope of escaping these raptors/
Attacked by the elements and the face of disaster//
And believe me, the face was a lot uglier back then/
2002 BC is where my time line begins//
Journeys where set out for reasons of survival/
Lookin for the mistaken figures arrival//
Colossal Neanderthal’s and the yet to be seen apostle/
I set out my search with thoughts of catastrophical//
Opticals, searchin for the most promising land/
Not gardens, a paper, pen, and a Mic Stand//
My right hand felt a textured grip and an on/off switch/
At that very moment my mind started to glitch//
For with this device my word’sll be heard/
And ask for help from the rest of the world//
Vent my problems, and explain situations/
Verbalize wrong-doing, and dream of vacations//
Minor confrontations, wit simultaneous pronunciations/
Given the Mic characterization when I spit w/ specifications//
With the Mic as a hip/hop cavemen/
I’ll rip any acquaintance beyond recognition when ever im spitten//
It let my words travel further and higher than humanly possible/
And put me at a higher rank than any government constable//
Cuz the microphone makes my un-advanced world go-round/
And will make any circumstance highly profound//
To rise out the caves and challenges we face/
To extrude all the problems we encounter each day//
To fight off all the demons and unspoken laws/
To talk about the good things, instead of our flaws//
Whether we lived before Christ, or live in a Jurassic Harlem/
The microphone will forever, be a part of us//
