"Raw Poetics"
[Verse 1: Rock Bottom]
Put the ice back in the glass, chill where it belongs
Give a fuck if you rock it on your body, leave it out your songs
Critical of the surface cause that's what people perceive is the purpose
Behind the music, makin' our efforts worthless
Media paints it a circus and how we follow the role
And that's the reason that it's outta control
The radio an alias to the demeaning of gold
Cause all the glitter and the shinin' is all that matters with soul
I pocket a profit is slim to none on our best day
Like Ev say, they only play the West on Wednesday
It's futile to try to get a spin on the mainstream
I thought about it once but then I snapped out a daydream
Back to reality, grindin' to get respected
The goal is to wreck it so nothing less is expected
Check the madness with method
It's like a lavish impression
Is distilled upon those who ain't even worth the mention
[Verse 2: Masta Ace]
Yo Peter Piper picked 'em
Peckled pickled peppers
Hip hop has expanded from Mecca to all these little sectors
I'm talkin' Texas and Tennessee also Mississippi
How they fit in the picture?
Well listen, this is tricky
This ain't no hateration
I can't forget Virginia and Georgia cause they made hip hop a greater nation
And no I ain't pokin' fun
Respect to Nas, Hip Hop Is Dead and New York is holdin' the smokin' gun
We used to lead the way in
Now we follow behind
We makin' down south songs like we outta our mind
What happened to innovation?
I gotta ask every New York rapper in this generation
Can we get it back?
It's hard to say when I watch Smack DVD and damn near every kid is wack
We need some brand new laws, a rap constitution
You ain't gon' change the game, try to make a contribution
[Verse 1: Rock Bottom]
Put the ice back in the glass, chill where it belongs
Give a fuck if you rock it on your body, leave it out your songs
Critical of the surface cause that's what people perceive is the purpose
Behind the music, makin' our efforts worthless
Media paints it a circus and how we follow the role
And that's the reason that it's outta control
The radio an alias to the demeaning of gold
Cause all the glitter and the shinin' is all that matters with soul
I pocket a profit is slim to none on our best day
Like Ev say, they only play the West on Wednesday
It's futile to try to get a spin on the mainstream
I thought about it once but then I snapped out a daydream
Back to reality, grindin' to get respected
The goal is to wreck it so nothing less is expected
Check the madness with method
It's like a lavish impression
Is distilled upon those who ain't even worth the mention
[Verse 2: Masta Ace]
Yo Peter Piper picked 'em
Peckled pickled peppers
Hip hop has expanded from Mecca to all these little sectors
I'm talkin' Texas and Tennessee also Mississippi
How they fit in the picture?
Well listen, this is tricky
This ain't no hateration
I can't forget Virginia and Georgia cause they made hip hop a greater nation
And no I ain't pokin' fun
Respect to Nas, Hip Hop Is Dead and New York is holdin' the smokin' gun
We used to lead the way in
Now we follow behind
We makin' down south songs like we outta our mind
What happened to innovation?
I gotta ask every New York rapper in this generation
Can we get it back?
It's hard to say when I watch Smack DVD and damn near every kid is wack
We need some brand new laws, a rap constitution
You ain't gon' change the game, try to make a contribution
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!