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Ok, I'll drop some knowledge for my girl.

Different dimensions find pretenses pretentious,
The pompous, conceited hollow mistreatings of a millenia,
Dried skin grazin' against palms of granite,
Scales ontop of weary bones wit' desperate desires and dreams ungranted,
Boxes locked around men with the strength of oxen,
Boxin' and sockin' rocks for freedom and livin' swift like jumps of a fox
over a little dog wit' little worry,
Low reaction 'cuz his little mind makes little hurries,
We retreat into belief and keep discrete sheets veilin' our ailin' scales of defeat,
If you can get it without a dictionary or pictionary then you must be wise enough to understand our plight,
It's a ********' fight lastin' 40 days and 40 nights..

They say religion is great
Fail to see religion breeds hate
Belief in a god isn’t so bad
But when you use it to kill you’ve been had
Why is something “peaceful” used to start wars
Why do “good” people judge the whores
How come different viewpoints are abhorred
Hundreds of years only change is guns for swords
Noone stops to think we all pray to the same lord
When it comes to eternity we’re all crossing the same fjord
We all try to live our lives as pure as can be
Yet everyone acts like they have a cure to disease
Seems to me peace is how the gods will surely be appeased
Not by blood slain over oil deep in the Middle East
What happens to the kids molested by priests
Who is there to help them get through their grief
Need a movement of unity, ******** it I’ll be the chief.

Yeah! girl. That is aight. Give em reality. You flow is nice and the theme is a theme that I like, you rhyme about suppresion and the freedom of speech and s**t like that . And that is some of the things I feel is important in life. Keep up the good work darling.

I've been missing for a while. So I'll give you some knowledge to make up for it.

Prehistoric scats map the basic grasp we've had
on beats and instrumentals claimed as products of the streets,
Heat and pieces completed and folded,
Creased into placement and remainin' as a literate engagement
of stage arrangement while the puppets play,
Night and day - rickety stools sway while keyboards roar
and the dark of flesh screamed and sang,
Bells rang freedom banged against the walls with
dark hands of fans and those in demand,
Dribble and sloppy saliva makin' beats recently,
Conversion and procedures in production and progression in history,
The search for the instant in which the transition remains a mystery..

No need for formal fronts or amusin' stunts on grunts,
The difference is they're behind while a leader - the boss-
the man in charge stands infront,
Hands bare - the man in charge rocks classics,
Lips wrapped around a blunt,
His presence appears massive - he's the only one
in the room at the time with respect,
Or in fact the only one in the room gettin' it,
Somethin' that needs lookin' into 'cuz you're curious,
No, that's a man who needs not emotions of fury from us,
Why push or cuss on this man's bus?
We're guests in his great enveloping pride,
So keep your limbs inside and enjoy the ride he's provide
'cuz apparently money has become the spice of life..

Simplicity is a gift to me,
I'm complex yet it seems so rich to me,
Break downs and back to the basics,
Trainin' instead of work and
one word statements,
Why wait for problems wit' difficulties?
Complicated scenarios only throw away
humilities and leave restlessness
awakened and no longer at ease,
Please, addin' fuel to the fire
only proves your represent negative desires,
Why do wrong to a situation wit' such ire,
Fine, do as you must,
Do as you please,
Bein' conceited does plenty for you and plenty for me,
Your greatness outweighs human abilities
so I guess your common sense has also taken leave,
You give yourselves problems so just take a break,
Keep it simple and maybe you'll enjoy your day...

The arrogant or the inept are the first to speak,
They wonder why or how so many of their problems peak,
Wit' attitudes that poor no doubt your personality reeks,
Your goals should be comprehendin' the meek,
The strong don't enjoy confrontation - that's the weak,
Endorse it to make yourselves more 'street',
Dude, you're missin' the whole point of this speech,
If respect is out of reach and you're lookin' to give it
or if you'd rather get it then it's reflected through your livin',
A smile can make a difference - an apology at most,
But if you're poppin' off like you're the most as if you coast
then you'll simply wind up alone,
Is it really so hard to understand?
You literally control how much of life you have in demand,
You affect others and mold lives with your two hands,
Use 'em wisely - they're only rentals,
Why spend the time wit' 'em facin' knotty mentals?

Factions parted and souls departed,
The hardest seem to be the most guarded,
Do for you - that's all I can say
'cuz you'll get murdered if you get in the way
of somebody else's issue or ordeal,
If someone was pokin' their noses in your issues
how would you feel?
Keep things to yourself 'cuz they all got mouths,
Trust nobody 'cuz your secrets will get out,
Words to ears and whisperin' your fears
while you thinkin' your friends are always there
to cheer you up and keep you safe,
They're the reason why people look at you wit' a grimace on they face,
Would you kill if they sold you out?
Or would you allow the sadness to keep you down?
Just don't bother gettin' too close the people
'cuz you don't know if they really feel you or just wanna penetrate your steeple..

Today you find..
Scattered minds and shattered grinds
all mixed up in a tattered time - of
insecurity and battered mimes,
Scared to speak for their own safety,
Knowin' they might not make it home safely,
Grit and gravel follow travels
of men and women steppin' over glass in sandals,
Door's closed and pathways locked
with no handles,
Inspiration dull and insides left minced and mangled,
Today you'll find very little to find pride in,
You can count the many vaines in which soliders died in,
Or for that matter life lost because of frightened
people who would rather burn than livin' and lyin'..

Some cats walk alone and wear the streets as armor,
Put their lives on the line and stand tall wit' honor,
Their 'hoods, their homes, the strongest parts of their domes
all left in pieces should they take grief and end up get stoned,
Turn a flourishing garden into a graveyard of bones,
If you're ridin' on your island you leave very little to grow,
Step off for a second and do things on your own,
Why sacrifice the corner you swear to love but let go,
Your flow get's drowned out by the glow
of ectoplasmic wishes burned away by your foes,
They came to town lookin' for your skull
and since you hid behind your buildings - your 'hood had to pay in full,
Why involve the innocent and those that don't belong,
Doin' for yourself is conceited - so leave home, get lost or get gone..

We've only just tapped into the multitudes of tracks
that can be divised and laid down under the division of Rap,
From speakings of Jesus to lyrics of holdin' gats
to the sands of Egypt and niggas livin' wit' roaches and rats,
It's not one thing or the other - it's so very broad,
Rap alone is a religion in dire need of a God,
A lawless tome of righteous fights and painful nights
or maybe a tale of a *****'s flight to might,
Success and the process it took to attain it,
Stories given pure, unadulterated and pictures explicitly painted,
The future of Rap is the way it should've been from origin,
Real talk instead of edited fiction since and sorry s**t..

I feel like the weepin' Jesus - lookin' over a dead soul,
Parents cryin' while a young man loses his role
in life and society - losin' opportunity towards his goals,
So much put into him just for it to be all taken and sold
to Satan - who teaches hate and feeds on death and creates
poor fates and soars death rates - constructin' titles
for those to be called "the late",
It's pretty shameful the way we're livin' painful
lives that are derived from sins and heavenly cries
for truth to take a stand and good to lend a hand
to the consciences of people who don't seem to understand,
From the drownin' of the world to the splittin' of oceans,
God's our creator yet we lack in devotion,
Life's so precious - a priceless piece of the puzzle,
Rather than sustain it - we fight, drink and guzzle
gas that fuels the mass of massive grasses,
Burnin' trees and sellin' weed in and out of empty classes,
The son of God is cryin' - why can't ya'll hear it!?
Oh..it's too real for ya'll..so you can only fear it.

This wasn't meant to come out the way it did, it was actually a conversation that turned out to be a bangin' coincidence I couldn't help but complete.

I'm about as nice as nice gets/ My mind shine so brightly I make dull all your jewelry sets/ Hearin' my voice is more pleasin' than sex/ Unlike ejaculation this don't finish in secs/ I come in and rub on your breasts, stimulate your sensitives and leave you out of breath/ I get you hyped, hoppin' up and down like a club/ So much hype I pick up the damn buildin' and shake out the thugs/ Ya'll talkin' 'bout ya turf - all you guard is a rug/ Paperbags full of perscription store drugs/ No slugs just pugs who wanna buck/ But I've proven with ease most of ya'll are out of luck.

I run up on on yo a** wit da flashlight and all dat Go 'head wear yo Jersey so i can blast dat throwback U dont get da picture i'll hav u wonderin where yo hoe at i blast where yo throat at aim fo yo chest the game is real ima nock yo brains in yo chest i dont talk wit my lips i explain wit da tech Aint nottin changed ***** ill take all yo breath gimma da rings i can rearange yo set say no mo speak no mo i ain't david o boy ill have yo brains all ova da wall bang yo face on da ground make u eat da floor
yo gang can get it to concrete fo all bang out ***** ill end da war when blow dem ak's out *****'s start paying attention
paying attention man ima animal listen when i spit i dont s*** im lika animal pissen open yo eyes datta be da hamma u kissen i swear to god dat hamma just granted yo wishes

(The second "payin attention" was on purpose)

I see people tryin to prove themselves
But all they doin is foolin themselves/

s**t...I'm not a gangsta but i bang
Still roll up in the hood with them thangs/

Great to be true
Great not ot play fools/

Damn, might aswell be a gangsta, outkast to the planet
Im easily angered, mock me, ill shoot you as a signal to can it/

I used to think the crips was da s**t
But that all changed when my homie got clip'd/

I'm 'bout ready to die
But before i go, im ready to let them kats to fry/