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letra de exhibition - underground

(v for vendetta audio 1)

evey: who are you?

v: who? who is but the form following the function of what and what i am is a man in a mask

evey: well i can see that

v: of course you can, i’m not questioning your powers of observation, i’m merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is

(verse 1)

i wrote this cause i needed to write something
didn’t write it to right nothing/didn’t hear the right coming
actually i see the right coming
for a demon in a mask with vendetta to incite something
viva la untelevised/heeding the words of the wise
while making sure to despise/the oppressors of lives
the same professors of lies/lies that spell the demise
of abandoned children and wives/who fail despite their best tries
dissing rappers is quite absurd
don’t want to be too liberal with the word
and if you didn’t catch the disrespect that just occurred
go find your local nerd and she will explain what you just heard
and once you catch that make sure you catch it in motion
usually need another sense to sense the depth of the ocean
just make sure you don’t go far down the bench
don’t want to be an accomplice to heads exploding at mariana’s trench

(bridge)

come see it live/come in and vibe
come see it live/come in and vibe
come see it live/come in and vibe
come see it live/come in and vibe

(verse 2)

a race struggled with oppression/dealt with slavery racism and poverty all in succession
but it gave birth to expression
a mix of poetry and music not yet to be seen
the switch from dj to mc highlighted the change in theme
it was no longer entertainment
thoughts trapped in the mind beautifully breaking containment
lies couldn’t sustain it/the real yes this became it
so real that it could be properly used by the plaintiff
but now they feed lies to wives and children
turned our woman into hoes and kids into ceilings
sat in ceo buildings/flashed some green and it willed them
they sold away their soul and sold out for a mil and
expression from oppression has become it’s source
everything you just heard is a rewritten course
on how to make a slave out of cats who want some green
i no longer encounter truth when i hit the scene
but one day a lyric left the tongue
not a flex but still spit so the battle is won
a battle ill fought since the day it begun
but a remnant had constantly been exposing the sun
hip hop has breath in it’s lungs illumination in eyes
spitting the truth to the world and exposing its lies
pledges allegiance to the truth and proclaims the demise
of lies that ruin the world and pollute its skies
a thought leaves the mind
written down on paper in the form of a rhyme
a simple line “we are not dead and we have not bled
and sweat our tears for no one to hear the words that we said”
they’re more than shots to the head/they’re bullets shattering souls
fired from aorta and piercing your chest with holes
that’s how we breaking the mold
unrelenting and never stale never willing to fold

- underground

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