I came across this the other day and for some reason had a more profound appreciation for it than I did at its creation. Hope you enjoy…
So at long last, an emcee that can stay on task and has gone past
The average patterns of thought like Dr John Nash on strong hash
In contrast, known for laying more cable than Comcast
Spraying my spawn upon ass in an explosion that’s like a bomb blast.
My mom asked, what I wanted to be when I got older
Without hesitation I told her Universal Emcee and Soldier.
She put her hand upon my shoulder, I saw her fighting back the tears
I’d had this writing knack that was clear, I guess she likened that to fear.
Transcended white and black for years but to this day still ain’t accepted
It don’t bug me ‘cause I don’t let it yet some folks don’t seem to get it.
I don’t sweat it, it fuels my fire and inspires me to wage war
Now I spit like an enraged boar that’s been caged and displayed since age 4.
Best believe my dues have been paid for, ran out of rhymes one time so made more
The hand I write with stays sore, this game’s sicker than an AIDS-whore.
I’ve been sent as hip-hop’s savior, save your doubting and negativity
By the end of this you’ll be giving me the respect that I deserved initially.
So viciously I attack tracks with verses that don’t lack facts
Those that know me know I’m a packrat with rhymes spilling out my knapsack.
I’m sick of R&B rap cats spitting thug shit with a pop sound
Yeah they’ve got the radio locked down but appeal to girls in cars with tops down.
We need to knock this off if not now I ask you when?
When will we stand up like men and restore hip-hop back to the gem
It was back then, before then trends, all the jewelry plus the Benz,
If we make music for us not them the means will justify the end.
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4 comments:
Talent. Tons of it.
It is a shame you did not appreciate it at conception as much as you do now. You had me at OK, which you said directly before the verse. Still a fan and will be until I die, that shit is so hype like a shoe-fly pie.
Talented then and talented now, super neat post, Rhyming Steve keeps me tuning into the Neatness
Neat to infiniti. Sometimes I feel like an enraged boar that has been caged since age 4. Thank you for verbalizing it. Few things are as fun, make me smile and as nostalgic as a good Rhyming Steve post
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