Rap, Hip Hop
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Lyrics
1st Verse
rap was my crack at first/
i had trillions of lines and millions of verses/
enter a spirtual person, lyrical merchant/
im the urban merciless surpant, submerged/
converge on the game, the i occured/
stayed disturbed from the hiphop words that i heard/
so i surfaced with verses, cats dismissed it/
now im feeling a lil' nevervous hurt and wortheless/
far from perfect, but my raps aint a accident my tracks have purpose/
disperse diverse verses they're sturdy do it to quench the games thrist, its so was thirsty/
it was thirsty for me, you say thirsty for who,
thirsty for you? nah it was thirsty for truth/
truth is what i am, truth is all i bring/
no gimik, no games, no fame, no bling/
chorus:
its Arod aka no gimiks, here to condition hip hop from my start til my finish/
from my heart come these lyrics/
i spark with an image/
to be the hardest in the business/
2nd Verse
undisputed undefeated, (hip hop) im runnin through it, you wanna see me/
i'll put you under me, when spiritually im a heathen/
and lyrically im misleading/
beleiving is seein, and all im seeing is grieving/
evil thinking, that thigns aint even/
emcees are crap, but theses raps they're still breathin/
speakin ill, but still they kill the media/
so wit my raps im buildin hip hop freedom/
no gimik hits the scene, and things differed/
and truth was birthed, where the scene occured/
mtvs bringing flukes in spirts/
absurd lyrics, they're are not preferred/
elevated what was once earthed, hurt, my mind was beneath the dirt/
raps rehearsed lyrical crack at first/
to change the fate of the game, hip hop path reversed/
chorus:
its Arod aka no gimiks, here to condition hip hop from my start til my finish/
from my heart come these lyrics/
i spark with an image/
to be the hardest in the business/
3rd Verse
I've inducted myself with a conductions of lines/
who's sole purpose is an obstructions of justice/
of mind states/
i hit the grind, but its my rhymes, thats push weight/
just killing time, chillin,' scriblin lines/
my rhymes like spit so i dribble bibble babble, and it rambles your mind/
no gimiks enters and can't diminish/
lyrically deliver finishin moves/
came in the game with henderin tunes/
blended in truth, with genuine news/
entered a booth, and by my speech multiple beats were abused/
a newjack, with new rap, the path that i chose/
usin a hidden talent, with a style that thats viewed as confused/
forbidden/
a scorned invention, rebourne from with in/
the games mesiah, through me see hip hop bourne again/
