Dope concept song about it being an open mic... Like the MF DOOM ones, but about 50 times better. Best part is ironically calling Illogic "MC No Skills," when he's like the best one.
So Blueprint, do you feel that to rhyme is divine? Inkwell, that might as well be embedded in my mind Cause nothing on Earth shines brighter than tight rhymes So to answer your question I feel to rhyme is divine
My rhyme is for the hip-hop consumers, the born losers The midnight manuevers and the ghetto glock shooters Crips and crimi-nals runnin' wild from cop cruisers I rhyme for the West Coast race riot looters The isolated hip-hop heads that start rumors The cats streamin' real audio into computers The washed up emcees that don't speak to us The b-boys, windmillin', still rockin Pumas The illest freestylers that ain't fraid to prove it The copycat producer bought my tape and listened to it To try to comprehend the technique behind my music The half-steppin emcee in my ear with excuses On why he can't do it, or why he don't pursue it For pu*** ass promoters tryna cockblock the movement I rhyme to make 'em regret they play my set for stupid I rhyme wit a crew of consummate crowd movers Greenhouse, Inkwell, Manifest, Blueprint Coming out of nowhere, musically elusive! I rhyme for the pretty, the witty, the grimey Colombus hip-hoppers that I know stand behind me! Rhymin divinely and in time we won't be anonymous so, We'll know it wasn't because we never tried
Now I ain't scared of newcomers, my spot's solidified And there's nothing to debate like whether Pac's still alive I slapbox with your pride, I bury your respect in a coffin with all of your confidence locked inside
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