Ingnorance……RHH Collab(Mag-Num, Dane, & Scientist)?
Question by [Morbid Thought] [Goodbye Yahoo]: Ingnorance……RHH Collab(Mag-Num, Dane, & Scientist)?
Me and some of the other lyricist got together and made a collab. What do you think?
[Mag-Num]
Dear Hip hop, I got, a couple questions
Like what’s happened to your essence
your message, it’s left us, in evanescence
no more lyrical lessons, I know we gotta spiritual connection
but you gon in habitual directions, of physical flexin’
it’s like you gotta have beef like delicatessens’
or keep watching how the next fella’s dressin’
gotta mimic it quick, all about the images you pick
the gimmicks and tricks, to cover for limited wit
I wonder if repentance exist for those sentences spit
it’s just, I attack a track, rap and abuse it
so how should I react, to plat plaques for snap music
these fools hit, mainstream, I’m wishin I could drown them in it
it’s all the same things, pissed caused the sounds diminished
everybody wanna claim king, but their crowns are rented
I know these muthafuckas can smell defeat, so my nouns are scented
real hip hop I’m proud to represent it, but I’m allowed resentment
for the dark cloud that torments it, ever since
B.I.G. was ready to die and then they actually capped him
Pun’s habits had him trapped in and Big L proved casualties happen,
back to when, Pac would wonder if he’d die tonight, try as I might
I can’t listen to these new artists blunders, they supply no insight
see hip hop’s alive, just brain dead, so let’s not rejoice
until we realize it takes more to be an artist than a hot chorus and a robot voice
[Dane]
Everyday I have to turn the radio down
Because no one knows how to flow now
Drugs, sex, and money is all they know now
Mainstream seems to have killed rap and buried it six feet
But in underground it’s blood flows and heart I feel it’s beat
I scream it’s still alive but no one listens they think it’s just snap music
To all the idiotic mainstream rappers God gave you a brain now use it
People don’t understand what rap is, it’s not about drugs and girls
Rappers aren’t thugs with jewels, this delusion of rap bugs my world
Rap’s main meaning was lyrics to help the brain for one’s learning
Now no one seems to care at all about real rap no one’s concerning
Now rap’s declining, with that contract to your soul your signing
Talking about grinding, platinum records seems to be blinding
The public’s mind and, now mainstream rap finally unwinding
People do not understand, this wasn’t always about gangs and guns
When this actually began, we actually had good rappers like Big Pun
Back before we had Cds, computers to make beats and MP3s
We actually had good emcees, producers and real rap on MTV
Now people just think that rappers want to make a million
And all the songs they make is music that only sounds appealing
Unlike real emcees that spill there soul, they’re making a killing
Ignorance floods rap listeners minds, the so called best is a villain
Killing rap not killing rhymes, but listen underground rap is healing
[The Scientist]
Dont judge a book by its cover,
open it up and its wonders you’ll discover
but there are those, who are too blinded to read
Its like the book is locked, and they have the key
You see they are either fascinated or displeased
by the projection of the first page out of literally infinity
Im gunna sit down and explain the book for those who are too scared to look
Lets start, by explaining the title hip hop
“Various life force flowin from brain to the heart
heart to the veins veins to power the arms
to hold the mic to express life on a stage”
If you are still following along lets turn to the first page
What you see is unfamiliar, kind of peculiar
an image of a man without a gun in his hand
no money in his pockets to buy his own land
yet he sticks to himself, who is a knowledgeful man,
loves rhymin because it eases the adrenal glands
his topics of choice are social and cultural disasters
whats his name you may ask? its a “concious rapper”
On the next page is a picture filled with darkness and rage
dont be afraid, he is just a brother livin on the streets
Seen close ones killed over colors since he was thirteen
Livin, an illegal life just to maintain
only thing keepin him sane is a paper and a pen
talent of makin audible pictures with trees and ink
to him, ears are the church hes just repentin his sins
he’s respected in the streets, and its all that matters
whats his name you may ask? its a “hardcore rapper”
I can go on for ages, like i said, theres literally infinity pages
so im gunna end off with a summarization of my thoughts
i cant believe what i see on MTV and BET
its children dressed up in dickies and new era caps
audience is blinded by the rented jewlery and cadillacs
wack raps makin platinum wax and thats a fact
it hurts me cuz the youth is the victim to this tragedy
force fed ignorant bullshit splittin apart my family
hip hop is supposed to be knowledge of the canopys
street teachers, teachin street philosophy
me magnum and great dane are here to spoil the fame
Best answer:
Answer by Тнε Sсіεитіѕт-Will Rap 4 Food-
A bit of my verse cut off at the end here it is:
“here to kill the negatism protrayed on the television
Breakin thru the imprisonment of the minds that are locked
exposing and killin the ignorance of hip hop”
What do you think? Answer below!