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Self Deception
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Hiphop has long been an artform based on authenticity. Still, so many people in hiphop, as well as in life, are confused as to who they are. Scratches by Tobotius. Beat by Ill Poetic, from the album "To Mock A Killingbird".
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Hiphop used to mean something, and Odub believes that it still can. Inspired by real life, he is more interested in making good music that people can relate to
Hip Hop has gotten too hard core. Simple. I take it down a notch....back to the days when rappers had more to talk about than guns, money, jewels, cars and women. Rap with a message, and well, some just for the flow of it.
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
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Peak #2,543
Peak in subgenre #1,390
Author
Kris Hampton
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March 22, 2015
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:51
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[intro] You could scout (Scout) for gems (Jems), never find your jewels In the attic is (Atticus) where the punishment is due You all about your boo (Boo), better prime your troops Gonna panic when the guns are pointed at you. [hook] We all got a little bit of evil inside us We all feel fear even if we can hide it You see your own reflection when you stand beside it But is it really you or is your mind just lyin? Yeah, We all got a little bit of evil inside us We all feel fear even if we can hide it You see your own reflection when you stand beside it But is it really you or is your mind just lyin? [verse 1] Has your mind been lyin? Your lies been tryin to hold it back? Bought your image, sold it back? Can't withold the facts, your cold feet ain't quick enough to react You're a civilian on a soldier track Now how is it that every emcee in the street Sold crack so he could make ends meet? When half of you rappers are actors Actually cleanin floors at Burger King And never so much as even seen a murder scene You heard of me. I'm in the shadows lurkin Don't sleep 'cause I'm always workin It takes a certain version of person to raise the curtains Make halfway gangsters feel so uncertain, but If the truths a burden and your back is hurtin From this load you shouldered You should roll away the boulder Fold the shame Or just roll in the flames till your soul is smolderin. [hook] [verse 2] That puzzle piece didn't quite fit, It's a tight fit, not the right fit So you forced it and flaunted it Not that you needed it, only that you wanted it Never that you lived it, only that you fronted it Lies are a cunning bitch and you must be the son of it Running but the brunt of it will hit you like a ton of bricks You're not your bank account, you are not your crystal candlesticks Live for what you're crossin from your bucket list, Fuck your shit Why you burden us with this? Tyler Durden duckin fists Fuckin up the upper crust who judgin on some sucker shit Not just make a buck or quit, I do this for the love of it Thought that you could block it but persistence always circumvents I heard that you were murderous, not really concerned with it In spite of all the turbulence, I can see your nervousness I'm certain it's nothing more than being purposeless Expose your insecurities, eternally a journalist [hook]
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