Posted by Murderous Mindset on January 9, 2007, 9:20 pm
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its like...everybody wanna know whos the hardest/
but half of these emcees are half assed and heartless//
so i chop em up and throw them in the garbage/
the same way they did to there selves as rap artists//
how can any of this go unpardoned/
asking questions of how this started//
Im back now but for a while the best departed/
The murderous one back to defeat your whole squadren//
With a flow so hot you might as well call it arson/
dont get me started... you already know im the best//
put it to rest, the real tuned in and the fake ones slept/
the cards were delt, but the excellence was kept//
this is for the real fans to be kept under the shelf/
can it be helped, a new king crownin himself//
haters hearts felt, im just the champ defendin his belt/
the lames wept, and the pop hop crumbled away//
I got on a mic and proclaimed that hip hop is back to stay/
the followers made way, because its our turn to make pay//
its a new day, our turn to touch souls and change lives/
we gotta survive, for those before us that strived//
express it on a mic and not keep it inside/
and understand that you cannot brake my stride//
to not oblige is ignorance realized, dollar bills ripp pride/
and make change before you collide with the murderous mind//
you all are fallin behind, the majesty of rhyme/
speaks words that has you pressin rewind//
but who's payin you mind, your wastin your time/
too many tall tales of guns, drugs and crime//
doesnt go together like muslims and swine/
jokes that i laugh about all the time//
and although the way to the top is a steep climb/
its not so far away, I can feel that its mine//
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