BreakCanon
10-08-07, 09:02 PM
Hip-hop flow chart, mapquest mission to the limit,
No gimmicky schlock here, just another exhibit,
Museums of Modern art can’t cope with the stress,
The masses of crap add to the mess,
But I digress…
Rap was dead the minute money subverted art,
When a few miscreants tore the game apart like sharks,
Integrity fell victim to greed and all the other vices,
Now artists don’t think twice before chasing the cheese like mice,
It’s a maze; I’m amazed at how shallow the music’s become,
Nothing to do with urban slums, more the characters involved,
Since when is being shot a perquisite to success,
How this came about is anyone’s guess,
It’s a mess.
Here comes Edgewise to leash the dogma limiting the limit,
No room in my five year plan for any deserters or gimmicks,
Limerick philosopher; speaking in the tongues of fallen souls,
Here to break apart the mold and reclaim the game they stole.
The underground is teeming with wannabe Trumps,
Seeking riches secretly, inadvertent Forest Gumps,
Ignorant to the passing fads composing their own trade,
And when anyone objects, they are ostracized as “gay”,
Or a nerd, it’s absurd that knowledge should come second to the dollar,
To be honest such people are not worth the bother,
A bummer, sure, but worse are their trite verses,
Biting off a zombie is a crime worse than murder.
Here comes Edgewise to leash the dogma limiting the limit,
No room in my five year plan for any deserters or gimmicks,
Limerick philosopher; speaking in the tongues of fallen souls,
Here to break apart the mold and reclaim the game they stole.
And then there are the superficial saviors of rap,
Nothing more than false prophets dressed as sheep in drag,
Equivalent to slag once the ore has been processed,
These wolves will divide and conquer,
Then devour what they’ve accomplished,
Promising that they will never sell out to MTV, BET, or VH1,
A blind man could easily see the jokes they have become.
The canon has fired and run out of ammunition,
Fodder has been processed,
And the mission is accomplished,
The last concept standing will have free reign over the populace,
And the music they will sing will be mankind’s monument,
I promise.
No gimmicky schlock here, just another exhibit,
Museums of Modern art can’t cope with the stress,
The masses of crap add to the mess,
But I digress…
Rap was dead the minute money subverted art,
When a few miscreants tore the game apart like sharks,
Integrity fell victim to greed and all the other vices,
Now artists don’t think twice before chasing the cheese like mice,
It’s a maze; I’m amazed at how shallow the music’s become,
Nothing to do with urban slums, more the characters involved,
Since when is being shot a perquisite to success,
How this came about is anyone’s guess,
It’s a mess.
Here comes Edgewise to leash the dogma limiting the limit,
No room in my five year plan for any deserters or gimmicks,
Limerick philosopher; speaking in the tongues of fallen souls,
Here to break apart the mold and reclaim the game they stole.
The underground is teeming with wannabe Trumps,
Seeking riches secretly, inadvertent Forest Gumps,
Ignorant to the passing fads composing their own trade,
And when anyone objects, they are ostracized as “gay”,
Or a nerd, it’s absurd that knowledge should come second to the dollar,
To be honest such people are not worth the bother,
A bummer, sure, but worse are their trite verses,
Biting off a zombie is a crime worse than murder.
Here comes Edgewise to leash the dogma limiting the limit,
No room in my five year plan for any deserters or gimmicks,
Limerick philosopher; speaking in the tongues of fallen souls,
Here to break apart the mold and reclaim the game they stole.
And then there are the superficial saviors of rap,
Nothing more than false prophets dressed as sheep in drag,
Equivalent to slag once the ore has been processed,
These wolves will divide and conquer,
Then devour what they’ve accomplished,
Promising that they will never sell out to MTV, BET, or VH1,
A blind man could easily see the jokes they have become.
The canon has fired and run out of ammunition,
Fodder has been processed,
And the mission is accomplished,
The last concept standing will have free reign over the populace,
And the music they will sing will be mankind’s monument,
I promise.