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Who Then Now
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I downloaded one of Slang Imperial's beats and was lookin through my notebook and I found a few bars that fit the beat perfectly. Few more hours of writing and here it goes. Most consider this my best song.
rap hip hop eminem hiphop
White boy from inner city chicago who wants to be heard =)
Well I'm not a band, just a kid with a lot of free time, a pen and a pad and a sure mic. I do this not to gain any sort of recognition or to become famous or for money or whatever. I do it just because I find enjoyment from it.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #6,627
Peak in subgenre #3,708
Author
J. Marchetti. S. Imperial
Rights
J. Marchetti
Uploaded
February 15, 2003
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
No deep meaning behind the song, pretty straight forward. It does deal with some political elements as well as how fucked up it is to be payin 2 bucks for gas when the ecoomy sucks ass.
Lyrics
im like a sledge hammer with grammar and this camera i hand ya, with a fist raised like a panther you know what im after when i glance through the walls and see my reflection of imperfections and misdirection from selections discussed and hands uncuffed with my mouth i crush sonic sounds unjust when i call your bluff im so glad to be alive that i cant find the time to hide behind the clouds of the blind so i wander justified and devised a solid foundation of creation but lack the patience needed to keep myself indeed seeded// some are so concerned abou their appearance they lose control when they jump from their terrace and land upon the sign entitled no clearance from disguised interference of satellites that bomb foreign factions and cause medical malpractice, and lament your satisfaction, and they delete the remaineder from the chamber and gw's life is now in danger from a soaring oil price and dice.com cant find no job when the slice of the pie aint around this time to ward off the size of my rhyme cuz i need a place for my mind to ride away from the grim, and the brim of my cap cant seem to trap the slack from the rope that keeps my hope alive this time realize and design a new method from coming in second thers no worse than the first when the bubbles about to burst in your face such a disgrace cant you erase the presence of irrelevance the eleventh hour is upon us time to jet like a vietnam vet when saigon fell in seventy five they turned a blind eye and resinded their help to relinquesh their sentence a million left to dwell in hell like a cop on your block whos only interested in his stock rising, so they start prying into your life, and the FBI spies through secret satelites in the skies and start the demise and decline of a million who stared with their eyes shut, open their lifes been rocked and the stroke of the clock can be heard for miles through the town, my only question is who then now you walk down the street get harassed by police who control the scene one mistep and your lifes in check by an overzealous cop lookin for respect i glide frequently from coast to coast but the dry sea in between cant be seen like the forest for the trees like a kennedy on skis you fall from your immaculate wall and tumble far to the ground and the sound you make falls on deaf ears, and now that the scene is finally cleared from the rubble on the double go reach for the shovel and dig that hole even deeper before the ticks come and leach ya for ever single cent you saved for your rent, no more deposit go back and find some polish but for now ill take a bow and always ak who then now
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