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Barrys blazing beat got these children MCs scared to speak, barely able to breathe,
Label us freaks, cuz we posses the blessed genes chromosomes,
To hold our own, mold our tone, against the elements of dark streets,
That staulk me, emcees that got half the heart cant impart across the darkness,
And spark the fire to fight the lack of light,
inspire these cats to attack the mic like mice,
meddling in the sediments of your inner thoughts,
the thoughts you thought was long gone, that came back to haunt
You frightened, but its okay, we’re most likely to save the day,
Or better yet, save the night,
We operate best in the shades of minds,
The ways we rhymes, can either be a blessin for the open mind,
Or a curse for those less rehearsed and fearin the worst,
Competition from a superior verse
But in the moonlit metropolis, only the strong is fit,
And only the fit survive, we be equipped with hip hoptic eyes,
Got the vision to move across abstract topics or concrete reality,
That be, the dreary landscapes we see, painted by this beat,
Its kinda scary aint it?
The game needs changes, and we done came to made them,
Waitin for it marination,
Deep into the roots of collective sections of consciousness
Hurry hurry if u kno, then get on to this.
The apocalypse has occurred, and by the end of this verse,
You bout to see some shit absurd.
But once agai, don’t worry, we be fighting for humanity,
Even tho we half human half otherworldly duality.
Itd be a big responsibility breakin the cycles infinity,
But as long as im the emcee and barry bringin the beat,
Rest assured, you can go to sleep blessed with peace,
Cuz only angles and demons can stand next to we,
Who are we, who are we.
Don’t worry about it, but if u stressin, we nothing less than monsters. There I said it.
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