Honest Expression

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    Intro:

    Ultimately, martial art means honestly expressing yourself...
    it is easy for me to put on a show and be cocky,
    or I could show you some really fancy movement...
    But to express oneself honestly, not lying to oneself,
    and to express myslef honestly...
    Now that, my friend is very hard to do.
    Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives
    And for that live moment we thrive
    Awakenings, as we make the dead come alive
    Rise and walk my son
    Come into the light
    Inside the dark we illuminate mics
    Give knowledge to mediocre
    The will to neanderthal
    Filter to the the small
    Digital to analog
    We steady advancin'
    Rhyme enhancin'
    Civil minds can't keep up with this

    Senim Silla:

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    Dig - I'ma put it on the table
    I ain't a thug nigga and playa, I ain't playful
    I'm just Senim Silla, man without label
    Standin' on my own to you tryin' to stay stable
    Speakin' what I know to only what I'm able
    I ain't the kinda guy who carry on for dough
    The material cat who walk around for show
    I'm just your everyday, merry way joe on the go
    While others go with the flow
    I ain't never been the one to follow trend, I do my own bit
    Can't keep up with the joneses, I'm on my own sh*t
    I don't care what you drink
    What you stress, how you dress, or where you got the link
    I ain't impressed
    These lames run around like mice in a maze
    Tryin' to get up on cheese, its just a rat race
    Wanna change times' schemes to make man worship things
    Over the supreme being, or stop, fill up?
    Should I join the hypocrites?
    Or side with the suckas by choice
    It makes no difference that y'all product of environment
    It's just coincidence
    The world's a violent place baby, there ain't no more innocence
    Or civil men or penatence, just
    Ignorance cast on the right from wrong
    They mimic sh*t they see on TV or hear in a song
    What that tell you they on?
    A sucka act up every minute
    The righteous live on but the the niggas are infinite

    ?:

    I ain't hardcore, I don't pack a 9 millimeter
    Most of y'all gangster rappers ain't hardcore neither
    Whoever get mad then I'm talkin 'bout you
    Claim you fear no man but never walk without crew
    Where I'm from, your reputation don't mean jack
    So what you pack gats and you sell fiend's crack
    You ain't big time, my man
    You ain't no different from the next cat in my neigberhood who did time
    Rhyme after rhyme it's the same topic
    What make you think you hardcore cuz you was raised in the projects
    Broke ass finally got a hundred in your pocket
    Now you on the mic spittin' money's no object
    What you say is bullcrap
    If you wasn't with your crew and wasn't drunk off the brew
    Would you still pull gats?
    You need to stop frontin'
    Or you're headed for self destruction
    Yeah, today's topic is self-destruction
    I ain't talkin 'bout the KRS-One discussion
    I'm talkin 'bout the one too many ignorant suckas
    Lyin' on the mic to my sistas and brothas
    Everytime you listen to the radio, all you hear is nonsense
    They never play the bomb sh*t
    Everything that glitters ain't gold
    And every gold record don't glitter that's for damn sure
    (scratching break)
    (discussion)

    ?:

    How many cats you know speak the illegit rhyme after rhyme diligent?
    85 percent represent ignorant
    Either you innocent or guilty
    Some of my favorite emcees fell off
    It damn near killed me
    Lookin' at the kids that was true hip-hop
    Nowadays them cats don't even do hip-hop
    Rap got 'em brainwashed with cats that don't last
    And five minutes of fame
    That's when it's a shame
    Seein real emcees tryin' to imitate rappers
    If you ask me they goin' out ass backwards
    Tradin' in respect to push a fat Lex
    Puff rhymin' on the remix, what's next?
    It hurts so bad I wanna smack 'em
    My favorite crew members break up turn around and join wack ones
    This is dedicated to you hip-hop hypocrites
    Drivin wack songs like you don't give a sh*t
    I ain't got nothin' against nobody tryin' to make a decent living
    It ain't the money that's the issue
    Only if that's the reason why these cats are makin' decent music
    That's when I got beef with you
    And I'ma break it you like never
    Go ahead, call me player hater if it make you feel better
    Try to jump my crew if you cats feel foggy
    You need to wake up and smell the damn coffee

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    Composición: One Be Lo y Senim Silla

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