Mic check one two I hope I'm gettin' through to you
It's a telepathic abuse I'm hittin' you
Like a semi truck road **** for thrills
I let my blood spills
And let the microphone iv me
Gave me respiratory and a creativity
I riggedy riggedy rhyme on the beat
Give these emcees cold feet
Get laid out like ramo on beat street
My styles unique old school blues fools
Hallows followed by extractin' ya jewels
Man hood strip from.the mic
I riggedy rip I can go back n forth
Like ping pong ring ding ****
In ya head Ya repetition of my words
On this song
And hey hey I make ya sing like Doris Day
Like payday I'm always nutty with the slutty
Me and buddy go back like flats on cadillac
Reminiscin' when hip hop glisten now I listen
Just a bunch of flops penchin' nerves
I throw straight curves
Cuz im unorthodox love to box
As I stick move with the bellow flow
mellow strip ya title now ya Six below
Under sound the thunder
Before I enter the square or ring I sing
A biggety beautiful melody
This real **** I bounce to the ounce
Like Roger Trout ya can't stop
Take it easy when ya approach with the real hip hopppppp




Despicability is the foundation to their life
For them it is intrinsic
Genetically encoded
Simplistic
Poetically eroded
Reprehensible at best

     Unscrupulously callous
     Secrets and facts, they conveniently
     ingest
     Distorted byproducts, they release to the
     masses
     To aid their campaign; a forked tongue
     fest

Pathetic and unapologetic
A beast armed to the teeth
Imported bypasses to increase the flow of police
A weakness and an act,
They so vehemently attest

     Harvesting greens off the branches of
     the people
     Pockets engorged with wads and folds
     Crushing blue collars at the lower levels
     As they sit atop their pyramids of gold

Today they sip champagne
To celebrate their reign
Tonight we'll skip being humane
To feed them excruciating pain

     You've incited this coup with ill-thought
     deterrents
     Now herald the arrival of the scourge
     Down with lopsided governments
     Tonight... All we would topple! Tonight we purge!

Justin G
ryn

The American dream
Is a Bentley
With some shiny thing
Selfish arrogant human beings
Wanting more and more

While some places could use a doctor
Plumbing of any kind
Would be mighty fine
And something to eat
Well that’s like a treat

The American style
Has us throwing good clothes away
No need to save
Or share
No need to care
For someone else
Only numero uno matters

In other places races just wish
That the police would cut their ****
Stop pointing guns at them
And shooting their children
Or that local warlords
Would leave their children be
Democracy is just a pipe dream

The American way
Strives to separate us
In competitive groups
Desensitize us
And dehumanize the other

In other places people share
Out of love
What little they have
They are glad
To give to another
So who is civilized?

I'm breaking down
Just to lift you up
Up above the clouds
That drown you out
I just wish you would see
That you do need me
So when I leave
Your life may fall apart
But I'm not looking back
Not now
Not ever
Take my stuff
And all our memories
Throw them away
And burn them up

Can you see the music moving in your mind
Can you feel it tremble in your veins
Bumping around
Giving rough edges
To cut your ears on
No pain
A sensation that is overwhelming
Courses through your soul
Ending up flipping in your heart
Settling and leaving hopeful traces
For you to follow and feel
The need
For something more

If you want to go somewhere
I want to take you there
I want to be the one
To hold your hand
As we run
Not with a loaded gun
But with a silver tongue
A crisp walk and a happy life
To go with everything you may
Have lost along the way