Epilogue

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    'What does it take'
    'to be a great'
    'MC'

    If you ask me, it's much more than Master of Ceremonies
    Because a lot of Masquerading Cornballs
    Don't realize it also means Mad Creativity
    In this day and age of mediocrity
    There's two types of rappers that you'll recognize and hear
    But I prefer the ones with the lyrics of the year
    Than the gimmick with the gear and the right puppeteer
    Now you can be the next rock ?? Shakespear
    you're still 10 steps away from having a career
    You step up the plate to earn respect from your peers
    And end up on deck for the remainder of your years
    I suppose this means greatness takes blood, sweat, and tears
    It also takes an industry that doesn't breed fear
    Or pumping all this mindless crap up in your ears
    And ?? in the contrast of what you get to hear
    You got to recognize it's a determined idea
    A righteous young mind is a devil's worst fear
    But when you wanna give the people peace and satisfaction
    Everybody's mama wants a piece of the action
    So now I fall victim to supply and demand
    Immaculate conceptions, born illegitimate
    Destined to be the greatest story ever missed
    Which means its meant to be for whoever's hearing this

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    When it's all said and done it should be heard and seen
    'Til this cold-hearted game forces us to change teams
    While the lust for the loot spreads out like gangrene
    So the haves chase their tails while the nots chase their dreams
    As the years chase the days, past the futures, meet fate
    Like your firstborn, waiting for pop's release date
    Postpone, meanwhile, I accumulate means
    To revise and renew what was just heard and seen

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    It's been stated that I rhyme like God and I ?? like a poet
    One hand ?? the other like Lady Macbeth
    Flip styles like Bela Karolyi
    Warm hearted, cold blooded
    I write like opposite left
    I left opposites right what they left off
    My rights left right-wing as left to right beside me
    Left my right hand man 'cause he left what's right
    And I reserve the right to write 'til I'm free
    'Cause I free styles with my pen,
    That ya'll couldn't if you freestyled all day long
    Literally, this literature designed for one orator
    Stays on the head
    Emcee's emcee, that I be the emcee's emcee

    'Cause I am saying what I am thinking
    Except when my mind's blinking
    My eyes open even when my eyes' drinking
    I's a socializer, but more so with those wiser
    Ask yourself why's a music so misused it's self contained
    And not self sustained
    I myself contemplate this 'til I make myself complain
    Shall my raps stay maintained, wrapped in cellophane
    'Til they're unwrapped by human consumers?
    Emphatically no, so I rap wherever I go
    And let it grow up in your brain like a tumor

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    Aiiyo, ya think ya really know me well
    There's more to me than ya mind got room for
    And much much more than a clever verse or two
    That's all you know about me, you ain't even knowing that
    You think I give a f**k whether or not my record sells?
    You're damn right but you see that ain't the way I'm keeping score
    If one million people said it does that make it true
    You judge my music by whether or not my pocket's fat?
    Well, f**k you
    When the cash cow you're milking
    It ain't yours but the job pays well, don't it?
    And if you're lucky you can even get to taste a drop
    We'll see who's happy when you're old but you're not grown
    You see me? Now, yeah, you'll see me later too
    f**king you up when the vantage point change, don't it?
    I know what's hip, but you determine if it's hop or pop
    You're just a man without a voice, pass the microphone
    I know the diff between written rhymes and freestyles
    You see, for me, it's like having sex or making love
    And you should know by now I'm married to the pad and pen
    But I'm entitled to cheat on her every now and then
    Will your children know the hip hop history?
    Will the songs you hate be shrouded in mystery?
    Don't step to me with your stats and your date smarts
    You know your neighborhood by street signs or landmarks?
    I'm not talking 'bout the first record ever made
    I'm talking 'bout the first one that ever made you
    The first records that I played never played me
    And I can still play 'em today 'cause they stay true
    You know this time I'm only speaking on the timeless
    It makes sense now and then, yeah, now and then
    'Cause now it's making picture perfect sense and then
    It's making picture perfect sense like it did now

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