Yo...
My Name is Random.
This is my Mixtape that I've been working on for a minute. And this is the soundclick page in which I plan to showcase it.
CURRENT MIXTAPE STATUS: 33% DONE (7 TRACKS)
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,074
Peak in subgenre #572
Author
Random/Industrial Revolution Instrumental
Uploaded
December 04, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
today i was hearing the radio. its the real curse of the system
and Random was sent to planet Earth to start on his mission
to bring this shit back like damaged mechandise, i want my money back
for this piece of shit that they call rap
im tired of theses fake fucks workin under the table
making labels on the artists now in days that write about fables
livin in the hood and and pullin hoes and blasting clips
what they really doin is showing off their homes on MTV cribs
if i could genocide the wackness like the holocaust
call me Hitler and the industry is the Jews, im out for the cause
raised by my mother to serve
these herbs a dose of real hip hop, might as well overdose on these words
and maybe your the real reason that hip hop is dead
then i might as well blast my head with lead instead of living a trend
because im realer then the MK Ultra and Martial Law
realer then Bush wasting an additional billion on a war against Allah
realer then anything, the streets are unaware, its so blunt
but you go with the mood like that time of the month
id write my own songs and maybe show this piece of shit world
theres more to hip hop then the bling money and girls
but they dont get it, im hitting yall up with whats a culture
the media is circulating on the decaying public like vultures
its easy to see that your consumed for what u need
but listen to me mutha fucka and turn off the lying tv
(Chorus)
i guess your now sitting at home, diagnozing my rhymes
aborting whats right, all you are doing is just provoking a crime
the tvs a lie, and the president is really cloaked in disguise
so take a listen man , its time to open your eyes
ive had enuff, im about to blast at these fucks
is this the piece of shit my brother is gonna hear when hes all grown up?
i hope not, ill sit in a room and write for weeks
and maybe ill have a chance to release something other then a burned CD
the game as they call it is now getting played
and the original rule booklet from 88 is now getting thrown away
theres still a few of artists who are true, those i dont bother
but ima make the rest go away and never return like my own father
what if it was all the same, maybe i would still have love
but hatred for the media is what will remain in my blood
ive learned to overcome the worst, but ive settled with my emotions
and the musical escape is what really keeps me in motion
but im not gonna let the industry take me in
id rather rhyme off the back of a van then break even
and became one of the controlled robotic useless bitches
i wont get double crossed like jesus nailed on 2 crucifixes
is this the end of hip hop? only a few will survive
and CPR this bitch and keep it alive from its convines
of death, its getting closer, but i wont let go
like the bitch from titanic, within me hip hop glows
i just pray to the supreme being to see if my sin stops
they called me Stephen because i was the first martyr of hip hop
about two years ago i was lost within my mind
but now that i know the truth, ill tell others to open their eyes
(Chorus)
i guess your now sitting at home, diagnozing my rhymes
aborting whats right, all you are doing is just provoking a crime
the tvs a lie, and the president is really cloaked in disguise
so take a listen man , its time to open your eyes
