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letra de substance - mdruckus

i was brought up in the new millennium lock down
many have looked for a pretty penny and pac’s crown
a lot have visioned a couple nouns to jot down
but young jocs with hot sounds?
founded a way to sound catchy with fresh beats
now they’re shot down, allegedly lost
and more dead to mcs than elvis presley
was to dead beats when the found some led zep
in the 70’s with bell bottoms and let it be known
that lennon’s microphone was lost
in the twentieth century
the memory lives on and this song
is a way to reminisce and give you a list of the best hits
like protect ya neck sh-t with method and inspectah deck
and biggies the heavy setter who’s death wish
was met in the west
a head popped out the chevy and lead ripped
with no one arrested
i guess they didn’t f-ck wit his metrics
but sh-t they were dead wrong
remember? that dead prez song
when they said: “who shot biggie smalls?
if we dont get them, they gonna get us all!”
and they did
cuz we went from seventh heaven to septic
a little bit hectic, heck man
we need this message in grade eleven
a good rep will get you elected
the student body president a little pathetic
it’s always a pessimistic and preppy pin head
with red timbs, can i dissect him?
he gets defensive, against some kid ned
with spectacle lenses, and all of his friends think
that twenty suspensions is cool
but this fool is prententious
he protects the trenches, gettin head
cuz he said hes a letterman to a lesbian
hesitant but she let him in
and hes a s-xist
with rich rents and daddy’s gettin a pension
and did i mention daddy bought him a lexus?
and now his ipod’s connected
and my god
there’s no saigon just snoop lion
and then he said “i like eminem but who’s proof?
and who’s das fx, or jimi hendrix?”
and then he said he don’t like kendrick?!
what?!
then he said he don’t like kendrick!
f-ck dat
if the popular cats are that wack
and they never heard a whole d-mn soundtrack
then they should be pounded
and clowned at, drowned in a house mix!
but this crowd ain’t my target!
this is for the smart kids and ar-tists that like dark sh-t
and they know who karl marx is
they bought a parliament carton
to sit in the park
and read an article on johnny carson
and hey, it ain’t g-y if you listen to marvin
all day, in a tiny apartment
or care about the children starvin, with dark skin
in darfur disheartened, so beg my pardon
i’m, not a savior
i never saved the day a good neighbor
ain’t a way to ex-plain my nature
i was brain dead like cavemen and naked apes
inside an ancient bas-m-nt on day 6
and god created me, to break out of sedation
and change the way that we think
and sink my fangs in, to this d-mnation
so all i need is ink and paper
i’ll change my language, and pray to an angel
you deranged kids living in anguish
at a level of pain you can’t explain will
show your substance
ignite the fight, against the lifeless lifelines
who ain’t heard cypress
and flip the light switch at night time
i’m here to enlighten you kids who don’t live in the right mind
you might find, a little bit of substance

- mdruckus

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