Music

Honestly, what’s wrong wit me?
I write the illest shit but it ain’t ever on a beat
I’ll probably perfect then I step into the booth
You expecting me to spew & I’m forgetting what I knew It’s troubling, put on a beat to write
I think my mind is clear but no idea in sight
I’m better than you, I just can’t prove it
If yall could see my vision you’d be practicing my movements Actually my music, pure & uncut
Hooked on the vibe when you hear it just once
The spirit so high like a hit off crack rock
It’d disappear quick when the track spot Start it over again, hear the soul of the men
Who elegantly rap aloud the flow of the pen
Poets crafting to the beat, I’m an artisan
It’s hard to understand unless you part of the plan

That’s why it’s music…

*singing*

It’d like your soul
Give you hope
This I know

It’s music

So spit ya flow & if ya gotta cash out then get ya dough…

Sometimes I write & sometimes I rhyme
And when the timing right s’my time to shine
Best time’s the present so I’m acting now
Crank that beat I’m rapping loud I be the peoples choice, you can ask the crowd
Speaking from the heart so the rap is proud
THE MUSIC’S NOT WHITE NOT BLACK NOR BROWN
WE HIPHOP AS A CULTURE & RAP’S OUR SOUND A DJ on the beats, graffiti is the art
Breakin’ is the dance, would I change it not a change
MIX IT ALL TOGETHER AND YOU KNOW WHAT WE LIVIN THROUGH
DILUTE & SELL IT OUT & IT’S SOLD IN OUR LIVING ROOM So bring back the purity, bring back the art
Bring back the love from the beginning, from the start
Forget about the cash, bring back the passion
I forgot all that, I write raps for rappin’

*singing*

It’d like your soul
Give you hope
This I know

It’s music

So spit ya flow & if ya gotta cash out then get ya dough…

Amazingly, the way I teach, the style of how I arrange a beat
Let anger speak, or take a seat & soak in all I say & speak
My raised my team to gain the means to lay a track on stage to seas
of people waiting anxiously who rap along so faithfully That’s how they faith must be
That’s why they pay to see these artists on the job irregardless of the day its been

It’s music…it’s music man, that’s all it is

*singing*

It’d like your soul
Give you hope
This I know

It’s music

So spit ya flow & if ya gotta cash out then get ya dough…

-a.i.
Recorded in 2006

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