BreakCanon
07-14-07, 12:17 AM
Just because you’re underground doesn’t mean you’re deep,
It just means that you lack the sense to promote effectively,
Respectively, don’t be proud of the fact that fame hasn’t discovered you,
Or that you’re not being raped yet by management and a label,
You should try to write lessons, fables, stories and legends,
When you do that will be the day your life truly begins,
Doors will open and you’ll gain mean credibility,
And people will start to look at you incredulously.
Anyone can write, trip, or spit a Bibles worth of lyrics,
It doesn’t matter your race, scene, sex or appearance,
Don’t fear to go against the grain, my dear audience,
Can I hear an Amen and some synchronic applause?
I just opened a door; but it’s up to you to walk through,
If you don’t realize this, than your perspective is skewed,
And if you refuse to listen to the words I just spilled on the page,
Than you are not even a threat, not even worth it to engage,
Nevertheless I don’t care, I will break bread with you anyway,
Attempt to convince you of better things which lie around the bend,
To take the hand of reason, my friends, and walk with me to the end,
There are many bridges to cross and many lies to amend...
Anyone can spit rhymes about **** they have heard in the past,
That anyone would want to simply leaves me aghast,
But relax, I won’t hurt your feelings anymore,
Content in the knowledge that I just touched on your core,
Believe me when I tell you I just dropped you a dime,
To pay the toll on your way to a new paradigm.
It just means that you lack the sense to promote effectively,
Respectively, don’t be proud of the fact that fame hasn’t discovered you,
Or that you’re not being raped yet by management and a label,
You should try to write lessons, fables, stories and legends,
When you do that will be the day your life truly begins,
Doors will open and you’ll gain mean credibility,
And people will start to look at you incredulously.
Anyone can write, trip, or spit a Bibles worth of lyrics,
It doesn’t matter your race, scene, sex or appearance,
Don’t fear to go against the grain, my dear audience,
Can I hear an Amen and some synchronic applause?
I just opened a door; but it’s up to you to walk through,
If you don’t realize this, than your perspective is skewed,
And if you refuse to listen to the words I just spilled on the page,
Than you are not even a threat, not even worth it to engage,
Nevertheless I don’t care, I will break bread with you anyway,
Attempt to convince you of better things which lie around the bend,
To take the hand of reason, my friends, and walk with me to the end,
There are many bridges to cross and many lies to amend...
Anyone can spit rhymes about **** they have heard in the past,
That anyone would want to simply leaves me aghast,
But relax, I won’t hurt your feelings anymore,
Content in the knowledge that I just touched on your core,
Believe me when I tell you I just dropped you a dime,
To pay the toll on your way to a new paradigm.