in '88, the scene was all love, trading dubbed tapes
now it's free MP3s and the feeling is love-hate
I'm saying, it's entertainment, but the game changed a bit
from niggas we loved to hate to tremendously fuckin' fake
so the language went from truthful to commercially fruitful
you know that gangsta shit got plenty lames paid a grip
did it doom the whole genre when Interscope's budget takes
the whole culture in a different direction, so what you make's
a reflection of intent to create disconnection
when half these fuckers are scrubbing papes or fronts for Jake
or BOTH,
so make of that what you will,
I know the game, fuck what's real, 'cause it's too complicated,
motherfuckers feel
like reality's not enough, truth is stranger than fiction
like hidden incentives to stimulate anger and friction
feeding silent partners in private prisons a new harvest
of slaves, and it's constitutional due to due process
okay, let's say for the sake of argument
it's made in a way where very few artists consciously take part in it
and the ones who find out and don't agree get targeted
so those who do, know how dangerous knowledge gets
I'm saying this while claiming it's a farce, but shit
if you're utterly heartless and rich, really how hard would it be to start that shit
if intelligence agencies bought partnerships
with media, prisons, and popular products through sponsorships
then suppressed knowledge by refusing to acknowledge important shit
or exploring it while ignoring important parts of it
who's the bard? to wit,
if there's an authorized party line, then who actually authors it?
it was written like the book of life, but if you look, goodnight
seen good men like King get cooked in the good fight
while crooks live the good life, like kings, I guess the game is just a jux, right?
No wonder listeners wanted to listen to the hood's plight;
it's their story laid bare! Staying scared to take it there
in real life so that NWA tape is where they found the gate to fair play
tear away the veil, it's so basic if we dare to face it, rare
is the man whose mind sees through time, breathing lies
isn't being my self
so of course those who like to dwell in fire say life is Hell
I'm like, why be another liar, might as well
do it to death, but is hiphop expiring? time will tell
I got more music next. Close your eyes, I write in braille.
it's the force fused with tech, Ensite is alive and well
muh'fucka... non-stoppin'!