hip hop

you say one for the trebble, two for the time, come on y'all let's rock this!, you say one for the trebble, two for the time, come on!, speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape, now let it fall. my restlessness is my nemesis, it's hard to really chill and sit still, committed to page, i write rhymes, sometimes won't finish for days, scrutinize my literature, from the large to the miniature, i mathematically add-minister, subtract the wack, selector, wheel it back, i'm feeling that, from the core to the perimeter black, you know the motto, stay fluid even in staccato, full blooded, full throttle, breathe deep inside the trunk hollow, there's the hum, young man where you from, brooklyn number one, native son, speaking in the native tongue, i got my eyes on tomorrow, while you still try to follow where it is, i'm on the ave where it lives and dies, violently, silently, shine so vibrantly that eyes squint to catch a glimpse, embrace the bass with my dark ink fingertips, used to speak the king's english, but caught a rash on my lips, so now my chat just like dis, long range from the base-line, move like an apparition, float to the ground with ammuntion, move from the gate, voice cued on your tape, putting food on your plate, many crews can relate, who choosing your fate, we went from picking cotton, to chain gang line chopping, to be-bopping, to hip-hopping, blues people got the blue chip stock option, invisible man, got the whole world watching, i'm high, low, east, west, all over your map, i'm getting big props, with this thing called hip hop, where you can either get paid or get shot, when your product in stock, the fair-weather friends flock, when your chart position drop, then the phone calls. chill for a minute, let's see whoelse tops, snatch your shelf spot, don't gas yourself ock, the industry just a better built cell block, a long way from the shell tops, and the bells that l rocked, hip hop is prosecution evidence, the out of court settlement, ad space for liquor, sick without benefits, luxury tenements choking the skyline, it's low life getting tree-top high, here there's a back water remedy, bitter intent to memory, a class e felony, facing the death penalty, stimulant and sedative, original repetitive, violently competitive, a school unacredited, the break beats you get broken with, on time and inappropriate, hip hop went from selling crack to smoking it, medicine for loneliness, remind me of thelonius and dizzy, propers to b-boys getting busy, the war-time snap shot, the working man's jack-pot, a two dollar snack box, sold beneath the crack spot, olympic spnosor of the black glock, gold medalist in the back shot, from the sovereign state of the have-nots, where farmers have trouble with cash crops, it's all city like phase two, hip hop will simply amaze you, craze you, pay you, do whatever you say do, but black, it can't save you