Peep this...RHYME OF THE YEAR...Don't sleep, and don't bite...EVERYBODY Read and give feedback
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Posted by [lax1-wc2.atlas.digex.net] on November 12, 1998 at 20:58:08:
Read this then give us our respect The Dark Knightz present: "Off the Deep End..."
Big Fapiono:
It's the Second Edition/perfecting my vision/with my method of wisdom/Knowledge shinning through my soul like the reflections from prisms/In a world filled wit hate and evil/people sculptured, shapes are
feeble/mans escape to the steeple/became evident/eva since/Adam signed
our fate/bit da apple, no longer blind to hate/due to destiny, after God
designed his mate/it seems we took a path of destruction/wrath and
corruption/sinning while the devil laughs in seduction/starting wars
due to religion/departin souls of soldias in collisions/Flippin through
the scriputres, and find that It was written/society controls us
like puppets keepin facts concealed/pullin strings havin us creepin
with macs to kill/in my pen I've trapped the steel/publicizing convicts/
my mind is the horizen visualizin my facial dawns lit/I fabled wrong
shit/but now I fear raising my child in a world of greed, lust, and
racial conflicts/lifes price is trife take my advice/im sendin thee a
remedy/watch your enemy's/up minds, learn to keep friends/watch
for cheep trends/dat defeat men/as I spread my knowledge from the deep end Quiet Storm: Hip hop's the medicine, new resident, my carpet's laid/
I swing the sharpest blade/ eversince the darkest age/
subract your ego, crack your skull with a glass of (*)
capaccino/, while the devil works the back casino/
using guns-to-seperate,/ I never under-estimate/
never one-to-hesistate, to let-the-lungs-resesitate/
It's hard not to, let the radio edit the tracks/
connected with facts/, lost by the message of rap/
You shouldn't love a whore,/ the love of war,/ it's like the (*)
wild-est tug of war,/ now-it's, people in the crowd-with slugs on tour/
the way-i-told-it, i stay-devoted to facts/
cobras attack/, cut'em off like i was holdin' an axe/
soldier's attack,/ without a promise/, throwing words inside- (*)
the-mouth-of-congress/, Yo I neva tried-to-doubt-my-conscious/
A scholar teachin' you,/ the devil's collar reachin' you/
steppin' through the lava, while the green dollars speak-to you/
It's like i'm droppin' novels,/ underground like rocket cilos/
I blind the world with shines of the god apollo/
You lost your props/, neighbors-that'll-call-the-cops/
off the top,/ I read my own papers-till-my-coffin'-drops The Legondary Sensaye:
Life's cinema, come back stage/ The early rap days/ now the mac sprays/
dames exchange crack trades/ infra-red gat rays blind the block/ Minors
watch/ NewYork's finest cops/who can't stop the weed and China spots/ you can't rewind the clock, only hope to learn from old mistakes/ without a nine to cock it's more difficult to control your fate/ only one road to take, no escape from Satans Plague/ welcome to NewYork state, the heart where hatrid lays/ we extort fakes for short papes,keep your game tight/ fiends snort eights and return to the spot the same night/somethin' ain't right, once upon a time we had a dream/ now were stabbin' fiends/ and lettin' off magazines/ to bag the cream/ and it's gonna be an even sadder scene in twenty years/ by the time my Son's a man their'll be crime wherever money's near/ but they don't understand what drives us to this state of mind/ were from a land where there's no way for you to escape the crime/ and on the other hand,you see the rich kids blame shit on the broke people/but matter of fact their savage acts only provoke evil/ the average cats in the ghetto got the same dream/ just wanna live a decent life but die tryin' to gain cream/And now my brain fiends, for knowldege and education/And though I need cash, I'd trade in my dollars for meditation/Was it proper for segregation to tear us apart?/At one time it was about hatred, but now we just don't know where to start/United we stand, divided we fall, take it back to the basics/Unify and Educate, and spread the facts to all races/Cause right now, harmony's a mirage, filled with repeatitive problems/I looked into the tree of life, and saw negative blossoms/In this never ending maze/Crime is all we know so we pretend it pays/In Life's vortex the fakes fall, but the legends stay.
Bravo:
My Higher Learning's State of the Art/This fire burning's coming straight from the heart/Take a look into my soul don't be afraid of the dark/I was frozen stiff when I found We've been betrayed from the start/Cause Life's a motion picture, God wrote the script were only playing the part/Reality's making it's mark, coupled with the facts of life/Were trapped to fight/Against a nation who still discriminates black and white/Cats pass the pipe, trying to zone because the pain's great/But don't realize many have died alone, for trying to gain papes/Was it the Devil who changed fate?, backtrack to Adam and Eve/Though the serpent offered the fruit, God planted the seed/The result: Niggas pack iron and heat/To even the odds of life designed for street/Friendly smiles for many miles mask the sign of the beast/Till my souls escaping my flesh/I'll ponder life and be contemplating whats left/Weighing peace and harmony agasint spraying the techs/Untill I'm laying to rest, I'll seek and find/Till I've found piece of mind/Through many years of trial and error, I've finally learned to read between the lines/Leap into time, sneak from behind to analyze the fate of my quest/And find it's Me against the World so start placing your bets/In the game of life, the tables turned now kids are playing with death/Thats why real hip hop is dying time to pay your respects/Thoughts of redeeeming the times/Of when niggas fought to gain freedom of minds/Now their developments are arrested and all they care about is how sweet are their rhymes/But despite all the worries all I hear is vacant stereo sounds/While I crave real hip hop to ressurrect my soul from ancient burial grounds/Lifes a Merry go round, always moving but getting nowhere fast/While niggas lock skeletons in the closet rather than to show there past/the book of life, I shook the dice, and found myself at chapter one/From the beginning to end, they'll be sinning from men untill the raptures done/Word....Life/I blow poetry from my herb pipe/I keep my ear to street, but I'm never sure if I heard right/Once was blinded now I see the light/don't believe the hype/Cause while your pens are bleeding ink, our pens are breathing life/I'm conceiving a slice, of things to come in the grief and struggle/Understand in life, that death is the final piece of the puzzle/So whats next?....Education, you can take it or leave it/While you hold nines, and flow rhymes, we blow minds for sacred reasons. *=lines slightly off beat, but done on purpose. The Dark Knightz: Big Fapiono, Quiet Storm, The Legondary Sensaye, Scribe, and Bravo.
Peace.....ONE LOVE
p.s. Common is definitely a tight ass emcee, he is my second favorite of all time.
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