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Love Jesus. Love Life. Love my son.
Love to rap. Love my friends. Love to laugh.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,227
Peak in subgenre #34
Author
Words -Obsticklemind & Common Child- Music -fabdae
Uploaded
May 09, 2003
Track Files
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MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Obsticklemind;
The quality of your affection is arranged like a poem
A running stream that never seems to stop goin?
I swan dive in your rhythm, with freestyles or written
Shiny smile my teeth glisten, grimy styles you speak I listen
I used to ditch school to find a beat to spit to
Walkin the block with my walkman, feet feelin?cripple
I’m lovin?this, percussionist chimes, love the treble cliff
Rock the mic for the love of the art, not the medals kid
These murderers kill the sequence kickin?out the B-Boys
They change beat breaks for some sweet shakes, they’ll never destroy
At schools some talkin?heads pick a rhyme with a fight
But in my room when I hear you I have the time of my life
Yo, call it what you want, is it a ball or a rock
Drama talk, other than Jah yo this is all that I got
They treat you like a slut, like it’s just somethin?to do
Pretty boys walkin?around without a scuff on they shoe
I focus hard on keepin?it real and bein?creative
I should change my last name to hop, cuz I feel we’re related
You’re like a special occasion, deserve a suit and a tie
Just raise a banner of your name and I’ll salute to the sky
Common Child;
There’s no art without intelligence, I’m at a definite,
likeness for your elements, I’m kept in it,
the creativity's a debit, to this artistry
aim the mic like it was archery to pierce the harmony
of rhyme and reason, not because it's cool to be seen in
we do it for the love of hip hop, you’re a legion,
of ill flesh and blood, raw material to build with
we make the cuts so deep, you need a blood spill kit
the struggle still kicks, like babies in pregnancies
your a cultural legacy, who favors me
over wackness, of Kats who front to be accepted
cool factors by foolish actors get detected
disguises of the uncreative genius get's corrected
candidates for true representin get's elected
life is reflected in the papers we've collected
and love for the art is manifested when we pledge it
in this art, there's a heart deficit, we seek to find
the depth of it, perhaps prevent the death of it
even though I can't dj, graph, or dance
Thank you lover of mic, hip hop, for a chance
Chorus;
It’s the art, the art, of language
shows, streets, and pages,
behind closed doors, the beat rages
the princess of our fairy tales,
wails to be heard
from creative bodies, all over the world
worldwide art, the art, can't hide the heart
we speak light to the dark, using creative thought
where the culture's not, the culture's bought
but before there was a chart, there was hip hop.
Sample- “I do this art like it’s my only way to speak.?
Common Child;
The art of hip-hop is a colorful one
My gratitude to you is that I’m loving?you Hun
Ayo, there's Mars Ill, with raw skill, and Braille---Bizzy,
Omega, and Othello on the Lightheaded journey
Communalien,------- forsaken the worldly
for the Sackcloth Fashion, in a Syntax word-we
represent the culture we born to
Uprok to a God who's worthy and so True
I’m in love with you girl, you’ll never reject me
When you met me I was just a little boy
Now I’m grown up and my gratitude is told
Thank you hip-hop for being dope, love Colby
Obsticklemind;
Gotta' give love to heads that stayed true to the street
Krs1, Roots, Black Starr the elite
Can't forget the foundation came from De La & Tribe
Mars Ill, Playdough, Pharcyde keepin?it live
PRODUCTION!.. Eric Sermon, Dust and Ohmegga
Fab da eclectic, Judge for constructing the fada?
My gratitude to the creator is longitude
My gratitude to you hip hop is latitude
Remember them days when we’d beat box to travel to
Remember them days when off the top we’d battle fools
When the true broke emcees were at the show in the last row
When shell toes came out & heavyweight chains with tassels
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