(lyrics are written by Abey Martinez)
From the gutter to the thrown
corner to the stone
camaraderie is earned cultivated and home grown
don't really own a damn thing
except for my labor
and maybe a couple of thousand pages of my rhymes
and your brains just a cage
with a mind locked inside it
and less knowledge of self gives proper perspective
to see how the politicians keep the dollars protected
my names sake is not confined a scolony method
so reach the mass
never preach the way they teach in class
sleepwalking half dead spirits leaving fast
if you never had your ass beat
bro you cant speak about
non-violent protests
and other such mythology
watch how the quantity
leaps into quality
deep beyond the reaches of ya babylon economy
I speak solemnly
I seek equality
my people celebrate life despite poverty
fuck the false prophecy
promising we'll all be free
as long as we fall in line
with the flawed philosophy of history
gods eternal after-lives in heaven
while were living in hell
where the militant dwell
now the ranks start to swell in the hoods of jail cells
lock down the campus cause its right to rebel
no uprise and fails
each ones a step forward
towards the victory
of at the end of the trail..
my ca-patriots and con-rads
engaging in combat
trying to stay sain up in this land gone mad
gimme two bucks,
you take a puff and pass my bong back
nearly 3 years and there still up in Baghdad
battle raps
85% talking this and that
quit that!
Insecure petty little man
get a manicure and tan B,
your ammature-ish candy raps
its hilarious, I'm laughing till I cant breathe
can it be that it was never simpler than now
consumers waiting for a magazine to set the style
the critical instead begin to organize quietly
underneath the sugar coated surface of society
my purpose as in now to serve my people to the fullest
knowing that my name is somewhere written on a bullet
the beats that I inherited
and rhymes in my chromosomes
pass to my seed
I call him my cornerstones
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Thanks to (Abey Martinez) for correcting these lyrics. Feb 17, 2008
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From the gutter to the thrown
corner to the stone
camaraderie is earned cultivated and home grown
don't really own a damn thing
except for my labor
and maybe a couple of thousand pages of my rhymes
and your brains just a cage
with a mind locked inside it
and less knowledge of self gives proper perspective
to see how the politicians keep the dollars protected
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