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Defend your history
It’s lyrical expressions of all these actions
That gangsters have been actin’
Seekin for this attention, a life in the mention
So now they sell rhymes to the masses
Painted with fake lifestyles, that diminishes
Young nation will get the impression
Twisted as it is, shit has no dimension
Cos bitches lie when they wanna look ill
Livin’ the young generation buyin’ all these ills
And will commit ‘em, cos they are what pops did
A hiphop boat makin’ history, headed by twats for a ministry
Makin’ cash, made by cash, the whole thing is a mystery
Better lift my mic and blust you with this real hiphop potion
Untainted by these material wants to deliver aesthetic lessons
That will bring true emancipation as a solution to this lyrical equation
My dream is to deliver thick rhymes rich in pain and hardship
A microphone to voice the poor, but still not as cheap
Just a bit deep, but still not so stiff
A bit capable, yet lackin’ what keeps up their feet
A message to rebel presidencies, somethin’ to help us fight deceit
Cos for years we had forefathers fightin’ for us to be free
At the end we’ve got our selves to make sure that it is
Cos freedom is not only in the toilet that written Europeans only can shit
Or in the restaurant that written Kafers mustn’t eat
But is also in the shelter that wamer and better
Piped with water and electricity cos they both matter
And individuals fueled by positive motivation that can take the world to alter
This is the time of defence
Time to take our minds back to remembrance
Back in the days when hiphop had a reason
Where RUN-DMC and The Roots treated treason
Reminding us of “what they do,
How they do” when bitches seek attention
Compromising words in their art form
For fake lyrics that shoot like pop corn
“Nigger better observe ma wristwatch
Cos it might rap until your eyes can’t watch” (it like that- that how niggaz do)
This shit just goes like that
And sometime reminds of the fact that some are just entertainers
While we suppose to be nation healers
Cos that’s what hiphop ought to achieve
And must never cease
Cos a different direction will invoke blurry connotations
Like the sayin’ that HipHop is a bunch of addicts fueled by frustration
