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Santiago Nov 2015
"Caught In A Hustle"

[Verse 1]
They say the odds against me, are crooked and impossible
Like I was born with a hole in my heart is an obstacle
I was left to die by the doctors, in the Children's Hospital
But I never lose hope, success is psychological
The world is volatile and the street is my education
Shaping the nation, like the blueprint of a mason
While Shawshank record deals get you ***** on occasion
So I'm focused on my economic situation
I'm like the little kids on TV that dig through the trash
I hustle regardless of the way you talk **** and laugh
A lot of ****** drop science but they dont know the math
Because their mind is narrower than the righteous path
It's funny how on the block ****** will **** you for cash
But never raise the gun and cry out "Freedom at last"
The cold war is over but the world is still gettin colder
Atlas walking through the projects with the hood on my shoulders
I would like to raise my children to grow to be soldiers
But then the general, would decide when their life would be over
So I work hard until my personality split
Like the black panthers, into the bloods and the crips
They said I would never be ****, but now I sit and reminice
Like Yeshua ben Yusef flippin through Genesis
Ignorance is venemous, and it murders the soul
Spreading like a virus running rampant, but out of control

[Hook]
So if I should ever fall and get caught in a hustle
Let them know that I died while I fought in a struggle
From the hoodrats to the rich kids lost in a bubble
Spray painting on the streets and at the subway tunnels
Write it down and remember that we never gave in
The mind of a child is where the revolution begins
So if the solution has never been to look in yourself
How is it that you expect to find it anywhere else

[Verse 2]
Immortal Technique in the streets, back on the hustle
cause three strikes will get you life for stuffin cracks in a duffle
Upstate behind steel gates intact in the scuffle
Razor blades stuck on the side of pencils, hacked to your muscle
But the emptiness is what bleeds you to death when it cuts you
And its the lawyers, not the inmates scheming to *******
Trying to fight the system from inside, eventually corrupts you
But thats what you get when you put a corporation above you
And it's the people that love you that seem to hurt you the most
Sometimes when they die you find yourself cursing their ghost
But you make success, nobody delivers your fate
Sometimes you give and you take
Since prehistoric vertibrates, crawled out of the lakes
And thats the truth about life
Or to do it to ghetto and your car, rims, and your ice
Because even though we survived through the struggle that made us
We still look at ourselves through the eyes of people that hate us
But I'm going to make it regardless of the ******* up charges
And semi-automatic barrages, that empty the cartridge
Post-traumatically scar kids that try to be brave
Because ****** backstab each other just to try to get paid
Turn cannibal like nights during the crusades
Afraid of responsibility; addicted to greed
Beating their girls purposefully losing a seed
As if we were bound to the destiny we used to recieve

[Hook]

I used to wonder (I used to wonder) about people who don't believe in themselves
But then I saw the way that they portrayed us to everyone else
That cursed us, then only see the worst in ourselves
blind to the fact the whole time we were hurting ourselves

I used to wonder (I used to wonder) about people who don't believe in themselves
But then I saw the way that they portrayed us to everyone else
That cursed us, then only see the worst in ourselves
blind to the fact the whole time we were hurting ourselves

I used to wonder [echo]
One of my favorite songs.
Brian Payamps Oct 2014
We are the forgotten ones
The ones who can articulate
beyond the guns and knifes.
We don't need a beat
Our word flow through emotionally.
We are here to capture and decipher minds
Teach them all those things school has left behind
How history is only written by the victor
How there's more to blacks than Rosa Parks, Malcolm X and Martin Luther King Jr's his..tory.
Let's not leave out the truth.
Poets stand up, fight for the youth.
We share our truth about love
Let's share the truth about knowledge
Forget the cliches of if life gives you lemons make lemonade.
We freed ourselves from the British.
Then enslaved Africa and made them forget who they were.
Only of Britain would had thought of that first.
Let's not sugar coat the past
Let's control the present and the future.
Poets stand up
We are the symphonies of hip hop, rap and r&b;
We are the class.
We are the Billy Holliday and Marvin Gay of this new era.
Like the fitted cap we fit snugg.
Poets stand up.
**** speaking on unicorns and rainbows
The sunny side of the chi.
Just last night my Lil man's got shot by the cops.
I use to say he was my son
Now I plan his funeral with his mom.
Poets stand up
Bloods, crips, gangsters, thugs re unite as the black panthers.
Poets stand up!
Poets stand up!
As they say ok ok your 15 seconds of fame Is up. No more from you today Mr. Ananymous.
Bunhead17 Sep 2016
What's wrong with the world, mama
People livin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma

Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin'
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK

But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you're bound to get irate
............
**The Black eyed peas FT. The world
Brian Payamps Aug 2015
Poetic.....Poetic.....Poetic
Is what everybody is now
Poetic justice is what everybody brings now
Burn the city down
Poetic
Maybe then the government will listen
Everyone a revolutionary
Poetic
Posers standing on podiums
They march for peace but plant the seed
to send you to war
Posers never on the front line
Cowards afraid to die first
Poetic
Selling dreams that don't exist like those of Mr. King
Posers afraid of death
Homosexuals of war
But far from an Alexander
Far from a Ceacer but those are who they chosen to follow since they don't lead none
Poetic
We poets don't speak up
I was going to recite with my stage name
Anonymous my alter ego
My Duo persona
Poetic
But for this everyone should see the face and now the name
Of the man who pointed out the cowards
I'm not afraid of death,
Poetic
I'm not afraid of arrest
Poetic
But the bloods the crips
The nation of islam
Should had burned down
Sallie Mae
Not mom and pop shops
Poetic
Restore the damage
Restore the damage
pay your dues
Go get your 40 acres and your mule
I dream the dream but not American
Since I live my life as if I was to die
Before being immortalize
Poetic
Everyone nowadays is a revolutionary. Milking the system like it's not abouthe money. Understand I follow no one but I'm there where I need to be
Protestry Jones May 2010
*** for tat only means that another generation seeks vengeance and war
Evening the score only means yet another must even the score
Just ask the palestinians and the israelis, just ask the tutsis and the hutus
Ask the protestants and the catholics, and the crips and the bloods
The hatfields and mccoys, too, were all about grudge
And what has it gotten us, where does it end?
Who is the enemy and who the friend?
I ask this because it seems clear to me
“Either you’re with us or against us” denies diversity
One man’s terrorist is another man’s hero
But you **** mine, I **** yours leaves a net gain of zero
And what about the children in whose faces war is fought?
What parentless future — or present — have they got?
And who stands to gain from perpetuating violence?
Who profits from the pain ... ... and the deafening silence?
Typically a handful of white men do, that’s who
It’s that top one percent, not you
A few families control the likes of halliburton, bechtel and g.e.
It’s their balance sheets that gain from the misery we see
Divide and conquer is their modus operandi, their mode of operation today,
Keep us fighting amongst ourselves and all blame ... is diverted away.
Big Virge Dec 2020
Now I Be Putting In Work...
When It Comes To My Verse...

But UNLIKE THE CRIPS...
My Bullets Are WORDS... !!!

So Require NO HEARSE... !!!

Because They’re Well Observed...
To Leave A Fool... SERVED... !!!

Now I’m NO Violent Kid... !!!
But What I KNOW IS THIS... !!!
You’d BEST RESPECT Them Crips... !!!

SUCKERS KNOW WHAT IT IS... !!!

While My Gang Now Enlists...
NO MORE Than Twenty Six... !!!
REAL VERSATILE Members... !!!

That’s Right They Are LETTERS...
That YES... Wage Vendettas...

MORE VICIOUS Than... “ V “... !!!

So DISMISSES... Lizards...
And These... Politicians...
Who Choose NOT To Listen...
To THIS V’s... Poetry... ?!?

That RIGHT Cos' BIG VIRGE...
Puts In... SERIOUS Work... !!!

When It Comes To Composing...

Word Flows STRONG Like OCEANS...
That Create ... HIGH SEAS... !!!

Where... Sea GIANTS Be... !!!
I’m A Black Shark That Wails...
With Rhyme Verse ... SONIC SEE... !!!

NO HEDGEHOG...
Just... DEEP LOGS...
of... Vocally FREE...

Opinions That Reach...
Levels... WAY BEYOND Treble...
When They're Heard SONICALLY... !!!

DON’T You See I LINK Themes... ?!?!
Through Connections Investing...
In Knowledge That Feeds...
OFF of... Natural Vibes...
So Are NOT Things Contrived...
Like... New World Policies... !!!

I Mean Really . . . . . . SIX FEET . . . . . . ?!?

It’s A SHAME That Police...
Stand TOO CLOSE To My Peeps...
And CONTINUE To FEED...
Off of BLACK TRAGEDIES... !!!

I’m A DANGEROUS Breed... !!!
Whose Freedom of Speech...
DOESN’T Work Qualities...
Where My Work Can Receive...

PRAISE For It's REALNESS...
And YES... HONESTY... !!!

So... STAND Next To The V...
Are You Folks Kidding Me... ?!?

When My Mind Runs So FREE...
That My EGO Can Seem...
To Be... BEYOND BELIEF... ?!?

Cos' My Works DISRESPECTED...
By Those In... "COLLECTIVES"... !!!
Who... CLAIM To BELIEVE...
In The BEST Artistry... !?!
Being What They Should Feed...
To The Masses Who Need...
To Receive What's REAL... !?!

When Their Creative Themes...
STINK Like Faeces of FLEES... !!!
NO... CORONA Disease...
Just WEAK Artistry... !!!

So My Work DOES NOT Serve...
To Support Industries... !!!
Or These Government Chiefs...
Whose Work Has CLEARLY...
Brought People Who LEAD...
... To **** HUMANITY... !?!

Because of DENIAL...
of Humans Living... FREELY... ?!?

Folks They...
... NEED To STAND TRIAL...

Cos Their Work Now Feeds...
... Modern SLAVERY... !!!
And New TECHNOLOGY...

That Moves SO QUICKLY...
That It’s Now HARD To See...
A Future Where Humans...
Aren’t Replaced By Machines... !!!

But One Thing They WON'T Do...
Is Do Work Like... BIG V...
And Write DEEP Poetry...
That Has A... HUMAN FEEL... !!!

And Wordplay That's COOL...
And Smooth Like A Groove...
FILLED With PURE ARTISTRY... !!!

That Does NOT Require...
Any Robots Or Wires...
Or... Internet Feeds... !!!

Just Wordplay That FIRES....
BULLETS Like Those CRIPS... !!!
That DISTURB Peoples NERVES... !!!

But... NOT Like My Fellas...
My Lettered Gang Members...

Who FOLLOW BIG VIRGE... !!!

So Be....

.... “ Putting In Work ! “....
I really do be !
And you wonder why they call u *****? ?
Cuz ****** n hoes quick to switch
Like this one muthafucka
Tried to set me up with the feds
Now he dead clothes soaked in red
God bless the dead
I aint lyin'
Keep my thai **** fryin'
My spirits cryin'
Out loud tryna tell me to avoid
The pain but i cant in then rain?
Uh unless i wanna get wet up
So all my real homies throw ya set up
Guns up
In gats we trust bust
At the pulpits from hell
We dont care we ride or die
And if we fail
Ill little semens will grow
and vanish the demons thats schemin'
Be on the look out
Watch ya mouth
Cuz fools quick to rush in
Pistol smokin' i seen one of my homies eyes open
Stiff as a log mind began to jog
Tryna escape the smog
But they really wanna see dead or in the penitentiary
But i see ten years ahead of the game
No shame quick to light the flame
Burn muthafuckas if they try
Still running in the fields
Pressure buildin' up
Cuz my society corrupt
Ya might be here today
And gone tomorrow
And the family only feels the sorrow
Borrow
A tinted window in the stretch limo
Sayin' eulogy
For all the thugs before me
But im still battlin' the sable
Makin' gilt that my peeps fall for
And end up in the killing fields uh
**** life til i die!!!!



Foools wearin' bulletproof vest
To protect they chest
When muthafuckas been takin' head shots
With the infered dots
And Yea... i call 'em the cops
Somebody gotta drop
**** the law we raw and rugged
With our ****
Hardest to spit soon to hit
Every ghetto city in the country
They'll mourn me
And remember the the game
I gave to ya
cuz if you got a mind
They'll try to abuse ya
Told ya the time is now
Muthafuckas quick to take a bow
Givin' honor to temporary fame
Learn the game
Bring ya own rules fools
Still search for 40 acres and a mule
But they aint gone never give it to you
But dont give up
Just bomb rush these muthafuckas
Until they act up
Bawlin' for state of an emergency
Call up the national guard
Cant **** a million nigguhs with
weapons
Then when they step in
Let them ******* have it
With the automatic
We causin static
To every news radio station
Shook up the whole nation
Got everybody screamin **** life
Revengin' for Malcolm X
This is for all the real leaders
That got killed
And ended up yoooo
In the killing fields


Im deeep in yo brains
Like illusion from *******
Mixed with hennessey
Gotta nigguh think
He strong mayne? ??
Aint no rest for the wickd
Since societys sadistic
I gotta keep my nine
On the side of my hip
No bloods or crips
Just real killers ready to bust at yo ****
Guard it well
Cuz if we fail
My troops goin to jail
The next day they out on bail
Though im dead
Ill be comin' back
Penetratin' enemies
With the bullets of my mac
No slackin' bodies Stackin
**** life is way of the game
No shame
To bring the pain
Uh we exterminatin' nation
Leavin' no remainsssss
now ya stuck in the fields!! $$
Julian Nov 2016
Palimpset prowling on the husk of beleaguered Rome
Aflame from Nero’s tenuous but tenable throne
Swiftly spoken with a singed hourglass and whispered sand
Crafty spacecraft are majestic more than 100 grand
Morpheus enlists the denuded Agent Smith
To swarm the battalions of celebrities that possess and trip
Upon the threaded needle of threadbare convention of betokened appreciation
Every rapport and every fleet dives beneath plumbable detection
So neutered brain damage became a rummaged adage
That too many whack-a-moles are sutured beyond the crisp package
Whet the craven set and propagate waves of earthquakes that strut
The mother of nature is ******* when profligate danger is a defamed ****
So in amphigory and honesty I have become the omphalos of sincerity
I arm myself with brandished personage and speak openly with great integrity
But to brag of how much witchcraft and wizardry exists in this green village
Is to invite a locust swarm of bad mascots and misnomers readily pillaged
So warm with the dawning sun, writhe with the diurnal pun
Cloister the Kloosters and Clooneys with dreaded Harry Dunne
But to relapse into the purview of insanity seems beyond the most lame duck profanity
Because reality conflated with virtual presence is a tantamount inanity
I emerge strong and gilded with every fluttered birds chavish splurge
As magnates that magnetize wealth and glitz are present and observed
But yet they are disbelieved by the concealment of truth and the obfuscation of beleaguered doubt
Swank and squalor rarely combine but when they do they obliviate all winning streaks in a route
A route that spans the gamut between stimulants and stimulations
A career path that looks upward at gainsay and gained elations
The sprawl of profiteers like me will be requited with the passage of years
The forced segregation is the totality of malfeasance and the sum of none of any fears
Only the rebarbative consequence of the giant tortoise and its Vuvuzela cheers
In a degraded state of annoyance that ESP conquers doubt with bionic ears
Lisp on the curb, wretched on the stomp, racism is nothing but masqueraded insecurity poised as self-doubt
Debited to each creation on a variegated piebald wrinkle on an extended litany of lies
Crips and Bloods become Croods and Oilers that are so U.N.-refined as an expedient for wise demise
To scourge the requisite harm of religions endangered by a patchwork of State Farm
To rinse the sour sins of aboriginal boomerangs that switch a bit patchy but always charm
To the knowledge of good and evil we have found again a permissible fruit in an opportune time
That erasure of the reverse course of sin to righteousness finds sublime
But Judah and Israel rebelled on principles and principals
Idolatry in schools is expulsion of nothing other than the voguish dismissible
We recrudesce in this time to an aborning erratum on a parchment of time
That claims hypocrisy in its stodgy restriction of suburban muses crooning originality on wine
Serendipity floods the proud with the avarice of bricolage clamor excessively loud
It extorts the simpleton to belief without understanding or disbelief without doubt
Return to the Jedi of the nomadic tribe of weathered clout
Clippers that sail and sprint through time where stragglers pout
For in every endeavor of this corporate oligarchy our choices are constrained
Our voices are transmuted into simplicities that own our narratives of a raillery train
And every squeal of rustbelt friction is voiced on simplistic fiction
And every majesty is unheard because of the pollution of abrasive friction
So I speak with the scourge of fish and the novelty of clones
I teach and desist sometimes because my eyes were never affixed to any throne
But I am reminded that a rap sheet is Wrigley and Chicago is Piccadilly
Your guess is as good as mine about where a Grand Elect Knight begins really
So to the insurrection of idolatry of a scarred past we have a supplanted Friday blacker that **** and smog until we need gas masks
Such a salesmanship is required to penetrate the desired, even when Iron Man and I are simultaneously wired
On the Iron in the Front Seat that derelicts the panache of the proud intellect because of languor fired
Women titillate themselves on the jeers of hollowed husks of conformity
They intrude with persnickety restive restriction because of arrogated authority
Such a negative bear must mean a positive bull, but **** is easy and blips are cool
That RADAR’s WHIP detection scrawls a deadened earth deracinated from considerations of thinness and girth
The Dickens of Charlie Brown is worth more than just a single smirk
So to those women that skimp on my exultant smile and my delicate words
Lady Gaga has written too many songs about your personal rejection which is patently absurd
Rays of thespian cordiality winnow the borderline between flicks and literary finds
Directors and directives sort an assortment of philosophies in the alcoves to which many are blind
But if to hear the chatter of a fresh tomato never spattered
Pallor and weight, thickness and cheddar grate, inconsequential when you are elite and of a winning fate
So finally ditch your zany attempt to maroon me as a victim of puritanism’s puny ideals easiest to conflate
I have the winning brand and proper package to balance the Libra Scale weight and wait
To those dismissive urchins of passive standards it is finally time to consider and deliver on that luscious date
Big Virge Sep 2021
James Brown Wasn’t Wrong... !!!

You Have To Pay A Cost...
To... Move Like A BOSS... !!!

Otherwise You’ll Get Dropped...
Like... HIROSHIMA Bombs... !!!

If You Don't Move Strong...
And With Power Like KONG... !!!
That Helps You To WIN...
EVERY Fight That You're In... !!!

Because To Move Like A KING...
Takes... REAL DISCIPLINE... !!!

Which ISN’T Something...
That Subordinates Bring... !!!

A King Has Linchpins...
Just Like Wilson Fisk...
Or Bosses Equipped...
To RAISE TITANIC Ships... !!!

Or Flip Scripts Like CRIPS...
Whose Bloodline Is Rich...
In VIOLENT STINGS...
And BRUTAL Killings... !!!

If Their Path Is Crossed...
By... Bosses Or Cops...
Who Need To Get Stopped...
Because What They’ve Got...
Are Movements That Flop...

Like Heads Who Can’t Box...
So... Quickly Get Rocked...
When Chin Checks Connect...
Like Bullets Do Chests... !!!

You See Bosses Don’t Sweat...
When Pressures Upset...
Their Plans And Projects... !!!

They Just Use Their Minds...
As Well As... Wise Guys...

Or Made Men Whose Vibes...
Prove That They're Willing To DIE...
To Maintain Gangster Ties...
For Dons Or... " Patrons "... !!!

Escobars Or Those Known...
As Yes... Don Corleones... !!!

That’s Right Gangster Bosses...
Who DON'T Stand For NONSENSE... !!!

They Move Like Top Shottas’...
Who Fly... Helicopters...
So QUICKLY Solve Problems...
By Using SMART Plotters... !!!!!!!!

Who Stand By Their Sides...
That's Right Like Their Wives...
And Give Good Advice...
Because They Are Guys...
Who Are MORE Than Wise... !!!

When It Comes To Insights...
That Help Them... Survive... !!!
In Times Where They Face...
Detection And Fates...
That Fill MORE Than Graves... !!!

So Bosses MAINTAIN...
By USING Their BRAINS... !!!

And By Knowing That Fame...
May See Them ERASED... !!!

But Bosses Have Style...
And Have To Profile...
A FEARLESS Mindset...
When They Face Arrest...

Or Those Who Leave Heads...
of Horses In... BEDS... !!!

And Bosses PROTECT...
Their Fam’ To The END... !!!

But When They Face Threats...
That Limit Their Resistance...
An Option They'll ACCEPT...
Is To SHOOT Their CHILDREN...
And WIFE To Quell Threats...
From Their... Opponents... !!!

Right In FRONT of THEM...
And Then Say... "What's Next ?"... !!!

A REAL BOSS Moves DREAD... !!!

Or Are Those Who Express...
With TOTAL CONFIDENCE... !!!

When It Comes To Poems...
Or Spoken Words Said...

So That’s Right I’m The Type...
When It Comes To Tight Rhymes...
And Poetic Lines...
Who Does EPITOMISE...

One of The... TOP FLIGHT... !!!

Because Cash Might Be Nice...
And Can Get You A Wife...
Whose Body Is Tight...
And... Corporate Ties...
Or A Gangster Type Life... !!!

But You’d Best Recognise... !!!

That Just Like James Brown...
It’s... How You Get Down...
That Proves You’re No Clown... !!!

And That You Are STRONG... !!!

NO MATTER What Lifestyle...
Or Money You’ve Got... !!!

If What You Profile...
Is A POWER That ROCKS... !!!

That Makes Others NOD...
In Acknowledgment of...
The Fact That You’re One...

Even If You Are NOT... !!!

Who'll ALWAYS Get Props...

Because You....

... “ Move Like A BOSS ! ”...
It's a serious thing, that only a few can, and truly do !
marcos Dec 2015
I've always wondered what drives the hate felt towards each other.
How man discovered love and then hate all in an instant.
I wonder what happened.
How we lost our way.
How we decided one color was more beautiful than another.
How we decided some beliefs were wrong and some were right when the only way of knowing was visiting the after life but that's just it.
We can't.
Yet we waste our lives away hating.
Instead of living.
From the time of Romeo and Juliet to the Bloods and the Crips.
From the Holocaust to the Middle East.
And it's still ongoing.
Generation after generation undergoing the aftermath of the previous and it's shrugged off in textbooks.
History.
I don't want to believe that as the conclusion, that there is no hope for a better ending.
Each and every person on this planet has a beating heart and working lungs.
We are all in this together.
There's not enough time to count the stars in the sky, or the fish in the sea, but there is enough time to love each other.

— The End —