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letra de the beatdown - jon protege

[verse 1: pj]
they’ve been waiting and antic-p-ting
what if the four came together would the game stay the same as when they once played it
a little overrated? maybe it’s all the same but
you can’t deny the curiosity’s exhilarating
so i catch you pacing, the situation is perfect
for another demonstration where your nod’s now partic-p-ting
your mood’s changing, body grooving
in tune movement, i’m loose, cruising, giving the mind and soul its needed union
we back at it again, remain foolish
still the avid students like meditating devout buddhists
we’re lucky to do this, audible’s been influenced
four different styles, somehow finding congruence
even i, wonder in the time of spotify
where tracks are quick to live and die, how will our music be defined?
as you discuss it, i could care less about the judgment
‘cause if art was about the public then who really is the artist?

[interlude 1]

[verse 2: liquid]
we explode into a mixture of excitement with the words
never minded by a populace
remind them that every word recited
is reinforced yet reinterpreted into a misdirection off course
and when it’s -n-lysed, the only clear cut conclusion
is to leave it all behind and step into uncertain fusion
confused, unused to a movement that is limited with views
now inhibited by unfinished vision
knowing nothing but this daily constant division
all around, in the midst of the wrong decision
but once again we’re showing you a level of uncommon sense
as the only method to escape the sitting on the fence
out of your element, when presented with
under the table development instead of becoming irrelevant, no
adaptation is the key to survive the scenery
move with me away from the brown to the greenery

[interlude 2]

[verse 3: one3d]
yeah i’ve been there, done that
my mind is running one track, the legendary under the context of a comeback
the notion that we fled rap, precaution – better dead that
an audible commotion’s what we’ve always been the best at
the game today is like attack of the clones
good thing that since two-triple-o we’ve always stayed in the zone
p to the j, one-three, and liquid, protege coming sick with
what we say on the record is blazing and can’t be f-cked with
far from kicking the bucket, we spit with the same intensity
and set the standards of being emcees you pretend to be
savvy with the remedy, heavy-handed with energy
ready to go get messy and blow your mind like a kennedy
credibility zero like nikes without the checks
don’t expect no respect ‘cause i’ll be wrapping a noose around your neck
you lack the finesse to be clashing with vets when i rap on a track and attack with a pen
yeah, you know this kid belligerent and has always been, what?

[interlude 3]

[verse 4: jon protege]

at first i held the microphone unprepared
like a child shown how to bear arms
hoping i’d fare, into my notebook i stared on with the stereo in my area
‘till my flow was like rare art
and emcees got smoked if we squared off
rap backpacker that had them choking on aerosol
i keep it tighter than my circle of friends when it turns full again
‘til my eternal existence from what my journals depict
used to be some third culture kids
‘til our dispersal and it made us universal as this
now we’re sticking to our guns with our pen by our trigger finger
shooting for the stars for everything that we wished for
with a skin much thicker for any bridge burned
‘cause it’s to the beat of our own drum with this literature
they’ll try to tell you traditions you ought to hold to
but did you mold the culture or just let it mold you? hold up

- jon protege

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