作曲 : Booth, Dälek, Oktopus | |
Written word held weight | |
Now honor at best recessive trait | |
The sound and shape to come succumbed to malignant maelstrom | |
Malformed mentals stained expected outcome | |
And not to be outdone | |
Some speak in half phrases | |
No definition to brush strokes already out of phase with these statements | |
Raise children off pavement | |
Pulse on frauds hasten | |
When confronted with styles from gutter basements | |
Set to build like Freemasons, on three angles | |
All I see are minstrel MCs on these channels | |
Perceived battles only held to sell albums | |
Propagate stereotypes that bleed out us | |
Our own doubt us | |
But I remain devout scholar of skills of forefathers | |
Ignorance was forced on us | |
Define honest, if we all breath diseased lies | |
Define the MC if all he spits are weak lines | |
Who trades his culture for dollars? | |
The fool or the scholar? | |
Griot? Poet? Or white collared? | |
If my written word's slurs | |
Then my speech correct | |
Keep my meaning inferred to test your intellect | |
If you remember Hip-Hop nigga, 'nuff respect | |
Deadverse spoken with broken dialect | |
Spoken word held meaning | |
Hostile acts provoked | |
Formed metaphors | |
Created urban folklore | |
Never meant for these upper echelon aurals | |
That bought and stripped morals | |
From art that's gift for us | |
At heart I'm strict purist | |
Spit thoughts for poorest | |
5'6" Honduran sights set on own ruin | |
Rugged cadence meant to capture essence | |
Ancestor's wrath festers under surface of uttered sentence | |
Who trades his culture for dollars? | |
The fool or the scholar? | |
Griot? Poet? Or white collared? | |
If my written word's slurs | |
Then my speech correct | |
Keep my meaning inferred to test your intellect | |
If you remember Hip-Hop nigga, 'nuff respect | |
Deadverse spoken with broken dialect |
zuo qu : Booth, D lek, Oktopus | |
Written word held weight | |
Now honor at best recessive trait | |
The sound and shape to come succumbed to malignant maelstrom | |
Malformed mentals stained expected outcome | |
And not to be outdone | |
Some speak in half phrases | |
No definition to brush strokes already out of phase with these statements | |
Raise children off pavement | |
Pulse on frauds hasten | |
When confronted with styles from gutter basements | |
Set to build like Freemasons, on three angles | |
All I see are minstrel MCs on these channels | |
Perceived battles only held to sell albums | |
Propagate stereotypes that bleed out us | |
Our own doubt us | |
But I remain devout scholar of skills of forefathers | |
Ignorance was forced on us | |
Define honest, if we all breath diseased lies | |
Define the MC if all he spits are weak lines | |
Who trades his culture for dollars? | |
The fool or the scholar? | |
Griot? Poet? Or white collared? | |
If my written word' s slurs | |
Then my speech correct | |
Keep my meaning inferred to test your intellect | |
If you remember HipHop nigga, ' nuff respect | |
Deadverse spoken with broken dialect | |
Spoken word held meaning | |
Hostile acts provoked | |
Formed metaphors | |
Created urban folklore | |
Never meant for these upper echelon aurals | |
That bought and stripped morals | |
From art that' s gift for us | |
At heart I' m strict purist | |
Spit thoughts for poorest | |
5' 6" Honduran sights set on own ruin | |
Rugged cadence meant to capture essence | |
Ancestor' s wrath festers under surface of uttered sentence | |
Who trades his culture for dollars? | |
The fool or the scholar? | |
Griot? Poet? Or white collared? | |
If my written word' s slurs | |
Then my speech correct | |
Keep my meaning inferred to test your intellect | |
If you remember HipHop nigga, ' nuff respect | |
Deadverse spoken with broken dialect |
zuò qǔ : Booth, D lek, Oktopus | |
Written word held weight | |
Now honor at best recessive trait | |
The sound and shape to come succumbed to malignant maelstrom | |
Malformed mentals stained expected outcome | |
And not to be outdone | |
Some speak in half phrases | |
No definition to brush strokes already out of phase with these statements | |
Raise children off pavement | |
Pulse on frauds hasten | |
When confronted with styles from gutter basements | |
Set to build like Freemasons, on three angles | |
All I see are minstrel MCs on these channels | |
Perceived battles only held to sell albums | |
Propagate stereotypes that bleed out us | |
Our own doubt us | |
But I remain devout scholar of skills of forefathers | |
Ignorance was forced on us | |
Define honest, if we all breath diseased lies | |
Define the MC if all he spits are weak lines | |
Who trades his culture for dollars? | |
The fool or the scholar? | |
Griot? Poet? Or white collared? | |
If my written word' s slurs | |
Then my speech correct | |
Keep my meaning inferred to test your intellect | |
If you remember HipHop nigga, ' nuff respect | |
Deadverse spoken with broken dialect | |
Spoken word held meaning | |
Hostile acts provoked | |
Formed metaphors | |
Created urban folklore | |
Never meant for these upper echelon aurals | |
That bought and stripped morals | |
From art that' s gift for us | |
At heart I' m strict purist | |
Spit thoughts for poorest | |
5' 6" Honduran sights set on own ruin | |
Rugged cadence meant to capture essence | |
Ancestor' s wrath festers under surface of uttered sentence | |
Who trades his culture for dollars? | |
The fool or the scholar? | |
Griot? Poet? Or white collared? | |
If my written word' s slurs | |
Then my speech correct | |
Keep my meaning inferred to test your intellect | |
If you remember HipHop nigga, ' nuff respect | |
Deadverse spoken with broken dialect |