stream this song | back to album page | back to homepage | buy this album on itunes | watch the ASL video! Music Track 12 from "My God!" by proGrammar Yo, experts agree, unofficially, hip-hop was conceived the same year as me. Very near + dear to me, obviously, should be by this point in this joint. Anointed in the year of '77. 7th Heaven I been in since the beginning of this heavenly art form; abnormal kid found something to cling to which rings true if it sings to you. You can hear it in my voice. The moisture in my eyes forces you to realize that this ish is no disguise for the things which I despise. The rings on all these guys' fingers in all these pies lingers in all eyes-third of high nerds I term 'homie.' Code word for inveterate word-nerds like me who know the pull of rap music. We have to use it; we're attached to it. Laughingly we admit we are a scratch druid, beat cleric, rhyme soldier-of-fortune. Hoping our fortunes are holding + affording another opportunity to drop this shit. We gotta pop this shit, 'cause a mere hop-jump-skip away is kids who play away our hard-earned collateral. Barely heard the battle, yet tell tales like tattle that are tall. They got the balls, nerve + the gumption to jump in the mix + start humpin' our bitch. They're frontin' on rich, but the assumption is this: that when they punk + they dis' there will be somethin' amiss + me, true emcee, won't remind you you're listening to music. You're listening to music. You're listening to music. You're listening to music. Yo, it's way too easy to envision these kids getting high off the lids that they buy with the quids that some dumb exec gave to them in a check in a lump sum, expecting to recoup on these dum-dums as soon as the fun's done, as soon as the funds run dry. No longer a dry eye, back to humdrum. But while the high times are rollin' they're extollin' the virtues of a life they've never seen, + much less lived, at the behest of the exec who could give a half-fuck about the negative effects of glorifying thug culture. The kids are down; corpse + a vulture combined in one. They find it fun to rhyme with 'gun' any number of words, and in numbers absurd their words are multiplied and plied on the streets. Like flies on meat, the sight's disturbing to see young mouths wording words with absurd rings which are deemed to be true, although they're patently not. Yo, I'm not the type of dude to say, "Some dude'll get shot due to the undue influence of this music. We ought to put a stop to it." I just think it's funny what rappers do for money. With all the guns, glitter, glam glistening, it's hard to remember, sometimes, you're only listening to music. You're listening to music. You're listening to music. You're listening to music. Yo, it's hard to believe that after all these years we still have critics and peers and non-experts of all stripe who fall for the hype that this type of noise can't be categorized as muse-inspired. An argument so tired; it's been doing the impossible since the second it was revived, its disguise revised to revile these guys who had the gall to keep the beat alive by taping breaks together so the party people would take no breaks. And each innovation made was parlayed into another exception based upon a technical definition. The traditional calling card of a decrepit institution clearly scared to death to be explicitly losing relevance, thus it attempts to rewrite the rules we're using. But, historically, ossification must take a bruising on the playing-field, 'cause moderns stand 'em up; they're on another level already, playing 3-D chess. Flatlanders can't understand the measure of a man from a different planet, with a different plan. It's a rather bland, annoying trait we humans have: personal preference, abstract from general reference. A fatal mistske we all make. We all fake the funk to be cute, but they made the point moot to refute that you're listening to music. You're listening to music. You're listening to music. You're listening to music. stream this song | back to album page | back to homepage | buy this album on itunes | watch the ASL video!