60 Bars (You Ain't Hip Hop)

from by MC FÜBB

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lyrics

LYRICS:

You ain’t hip hop
You ain’t a rap-star
I see these specimens up close in a glass-jar
Ya’ll can fall back now, ya’ll can back off
half of ya’ll say you grinding, really just slack off
I make love to the beat – you suckas jack off
bust on the track like I’m busting a hymen
what you say you represent, most of ya’ll lying
I’m on some Yoda-Jedi-Zen shit, stop trying
Do or not, otherwise make excuses, I’m ruthless
and I’m a bad dentist to these cavity rappers
which means that I’ma leave ya’ll toothless
the booth is a sacred place that you can’t desecrate
emulate, what you see on TV then you hesitate
when it comes to surfaces I penetrate through lyricism
got my artistry way beyond empiricism
suckas MCs huddling, in a fear-position
rappers spit clichés about how they keep it real
but the fact is they only as authentic as the feel
that’s some wackness, my word is my bond – my integrity
while kats give their word like they’re drunk off the Hennessy
and forget what they said so it’s easily revealed
that their word don’t mean shit – splattered like bugs on windshields
rapper voodoo dolls: tell me how these pins-feel
claiming true but ya’ll never been-real
doing what ya massa-chooses like you grew up in Springfield
that ain’t racial-epithet, your masta is your mental-set
that you don’t even know you have, hidden in the context
best that you consider this a bomb-threat
cuz ticking in the brain’s pain stuck without a faucet
people more repressed than gays in the closet
I hit ‘em, they like “yo FUBB stop it
you exposing way too much about how to make a profit”
like Black Thought said,
“rappers spittin nails into their own coffins”
in the danger zone now it’s too late for caution
fuck rappers claiming that they be the bosses
obviously bullshit, that’s what they facade is
I see their inauthenticities like blips on the radar
I choke ‘em from afar, similar to Darth Vader
breathing hard, they got the fear of man instead of God
like they bluffing on the river just praying for that card
to show up, I can’t front, sometimes life is hard
but we always got a choice of how we gonna respond
face it with a sober mind or choose to face it with the chron
despite, what’s going on
we create, right and wrong
our fates, are not drawn
we say, what’s true law
we pray, to the Koran
or with a bible recital or psalm
speak directly to God when I compose a song
that’s just the type of shit I’m on
love it or hate it I still state it
I already made it
motherfuckers tried to shit on my grave and desecrate it
I took the environment I found myself in and elevated
high pitched on the mic you can find me in the treble
people hate, but water tends to seek its own level
I keep climbing higher and some heads left to settle
though I offer metamorphosis to all these walking corpses-es
my third eye see walking dead, sixth sense reports the shit
blessed with perspective, through raps I portion it
instead of forcing my hand like an extortionist
fuck where your Porsches is
raw? of course it is
slaughter all these false prophets
leave this rap game looking like an orphanage

credits

from In the Face of No Agreement [LP], released April 12, 2011
Produced by Noyz.

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