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First and foremost...don't ever get this twisted: I'm a writer not a rapper. Been writing since 8th grade and I'm currently a freshman Duck at the University of Oregon.
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Peak #8,090
Peak in subgenre #4,680
Author
ZeemUO
Uploaded
December 23, 2004
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Lyrics
Why we Live this Way?
Why we live this way, it’s a mystery,
But I assume it all trails back in our history.
Back when Columbus bullshitted and counterfeited the land,
Back when 56 cats signed a document they didn’t understand.
Why Da Band can’t run for some god damn cheesecake to get signed
Rookies believing they God, oblivious from the job, depleting their rhymes.
But I’m still way the fuck behind, a label like the lottery,
Writing with a lack of philosophy but free style battles is their apology.
Hoping the greed will never follow me, like the racist slave ships,
The shanghai tunnel basements, the Woo’s and the rapists.
The moral is basic, we must balance on our toes,
Ready for adversity, where it grows like weed in the city of the Rose.
Believing were pros, conducting flows consuming nothing but money rims and ho’s
Supposing its platinum, when the outcome is profit,
An ill producer + the tv countdown seducers, in the short future the kids will jock it.
Poems of an alcoholic, through the misplaced logic, I see a light in the tunnel,
Like Little Rock Nine, searching to find, silver in the mine, and continue to struggle.
How I feel about it, is Deeper than the great depression, the decade of T-model Fords,
Finding currency through world war, same concept with these so called lyricist lords,
Intimidation chords, serious battle scene beats, a chance to give to the streets hardcore.
The poor loading glocks cuz they do as they hear and see,
Dr. Dre vs. Jermaine Dupri,
Eminem and XXL and Nas vs.Jay Z
Skillz and Shaq,
Fifty vs. that RnB bitch that can’t rap.
It’s fact they fabricate their dramatic acts for some extra payments,
Like Holyfield-Tyson scuffles at the weigh in.
Proclaiming we must live like we should, cuz we don’t know when it’s ending,
Our friends and legends, ask Makaveli and John Lennon.
Apprehending what I’m sending is quite the mission,
Cuz you must put the words into effect and open-mindedly listen.
This life is non-fiction, no fuckin prescription for this life driving us insane
A verbal double barreled shotgun blast, axing your heart and your brain.
Jeopardizing all the females, flashing signs of sex and retail shopping sales, recording whatever sells,
It’s like their minds blacked out like California and Bonzi Wells.
Withering hip hop’s health, unconcerned with the backlash of their words,
Too hard to be a role model and that’s where the system does not work.
Nothing wrong with sipping expensive bottles, kicking it with supermodels,
Sprewells and powerful throttles, fame, cash and pimping,
Sometimes losing perspective, ends us up like Kobe Bryant or OJ Simpson.
My thirst needs quenching, cuz these rappers be lynching me breathless,
Not needing a label’s necklace, to be verbally reckless,
A John Hancock deathwish for rhymes to actively decline,
A last year’s Carson Palmer, getting bank but they skill is riding the pine,
Briefcase business distorting minds, reminding us of Lil Zane,
Who wrote it as a nobody, and the club scene changed his name.
It’s a shame, we mold to a rappers curve,
Rapping to eachother’s potential, keeping it simple, mentally absurd.
Listen to their lyrical words, clubbing hobbing nouns and verbs, rhymes corny as Ned Flanders,
Regardless, I’m still fiending for my primetime, so I’m never quitting like Deion Sanders.
