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Honest Expression (Outro)

アーティスト:Binary Star  アルバム:Masters of the Universe 

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(Voice sample:) "Ultimately, martial art means honestly expressing yourself. It is easy for me to put on a show, and be cocky so I can show you some really fancy movement. But to express oneself honestly, not lying to oneself, and to express myself honestly enough; that my friend is very hard to do." (Verse 1) Like sand through the hourglass So are the days of our lives And for that lie, only 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 smog, digital to analog We steady advancing, rhyme enhancing Simple minds can't keep up with this (Verse 2) I'm a put it on the table I ain't a thug nigga and playa I ain't playful, I'm jus' a non-sinner A man without label, standin' on my own two Tryin' to stay stable Speakin' what I know, to only what I label I ain't the kinda guy who carry out for dough The material cat who walk around for show I'm jus' everyday, merry-way Joe-in-the-go While other's go wit' 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 shit, 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 walk around like mice in the maze Tryin' to get up on cheese, its just a rap race One escapes time seems to make Man worships things over the supreme thing A stop for lots, should I join the hypocrites Or side with the suckers, by choice It makes no difference, that you're a product of environment Is just coincidence, the world's a violent place baby There ain't no more innocence, or civil men of penitence Just ignorance, casting the right from wrong They mimic shit they see on TV or hear in a song What they tell you they on, a sucker act up every minute The righteous live on, but them niggas is invented (Verse 3) Yo, I ain't hardcore, I don't pack a nine millimeter Most a y'all gangsta rappers ain't hardcore neither Whoever get mad, then I'm talkin' 'bout you Claim you fear no man, but never walk wit' our crew Where I'm from, your reputation don't mean jack So what, you pack gats and you sell fiends crack You ain't big time, my man You ain't no different from the next cat in my neighborhood who did time Rhyme after rhymes it's the same topic What make you think you hardcore 'cause 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 wit' your crew Or wasn't drunk off the brew, would you still pull gats? You need to stop fronting or you headed for self-destruction


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