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letra de cellars market - quid & tombombgrenade

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my style is innovation, stay breaking the law of faking it
taking this as far as i possibly can beyond that basicness
i came in with a major chip upon my shoulder blade as if
to say i’m not for playing games, evade charades; remain legit
as i don’t have the patience it takes to cater to vacant wits
or babysit these brainless kids claiming to “make it rain.” i’ll spit
my worst verse and burn their entire plagiarist frame with it
to further prove the statements they make ain’t able to change a thing
i’m all about calling out lames and labeling laymen as i see them
seems i stay awake they remain all asleep, and i
guarantee a fade away befalls all false and fraudulent impostors
plots debated conveying there may be graves to dig
never have i gave nor give any indication that
i care for any blatant fib displayed like it’s the way it is
take a minute of your time or two to move away from this
the name is quid; to self-esteem balloons, i be the safety pin

cue the lights, the likes of which incite
utilizing mics and if done right
ideas realized through simple steps
one time for your mind; subliminal unrest

what’s next on the docket or chopping block’s all the same to me
eradicating fake emcees to balance out these scales
seems to me, as if they’re tipping in the wrong direction: make-believe
is stronger than a cause or message. caution! rearrange with ease
i been involved in doing so, far too long to lose my hope
in hip-hop as it’s all i know; frauds who don’t should soon devote
more time and effort. rhyming never required a lie detector;
these days, however, rap ain’t live; it’s like it’s light as feathers
“microphone check! micro-microphone checker!”
stationed in the strange; remaining idle won’t correct, or
improve, or help develop a settlement in the cellars (seller’s)
mark it “c” (market, see) it’s underground; spell it right, then reflect on
exactly what is being said; be alert or be in debt
the beat goes on; the b’s from bomb, and tom’s grenades completely dead
the bleak attempts of feeble reps who can’t compete or keep in step
seems we need to redirect their efforts as the seasoned vets

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