#StoriesAboutSongs

#StoriesAboutSongs

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  • Our Last Rights Left
    88 minus 52, that’s the goal
    36 Black Keys, let the good times roll
    Abstract in approach, assassin with a fraction of hope
    Apply pressure, that’s like smashing a roach
    Last of the quote, “Masterpieces, passionately wrote’
    Going for broke, got my comp casting a vote
    At the contest of champions, the best worldwide
    I’ll test my stride, push some of the best aside
    I pressed, applied pressure, to compress ya size
    Then let the rhyme spray like some pesticide
    Pressurized, ya finally get to rest ya eyes
    Get extra live when I start X-ing lives
    I testify, I’m guilty of MC torment
    We can battle for respect or we can battle for rent
    I’ll battle four men, same time, battering ram
    And when foes become fans it’s so flattering fam
    Gather and plan, conspire how to shatter the man
    But I’m unbreakable, take a crew, shorten their lifespan
    Mic in my right, and I write with the left
    I’ll write till my death, it’s one of our last rights left, YEP
    Now, as far as second verses, this is one for the books
    Unread on a shelf…still as fun it as looks
    Odd as sounds, it pounds cause the bottom is round
    The problem I found is coping with a bottomless style
    No limits or bounds, or gimmicks, mixed with primitive sounds
    Plot to astound till placed into plot in the ground
    Rot with a smile, free from the grip of the vile
    It’s my birthright to write, I won’t stop, I vow
    Been rocking while, never sought cash from a cow
    MCs try to act fly then the crash in the crowd
    My past in clouds…I’m lost in space RIGHT NOW
    So Imma rhyme for my life as long as passion allows
    Savage Intellect, all about balance of the scales
    On a different frequency, yeah, song of whales
    Get caught in current, try and figure out what ’s occurring
    Now ya learning, what thought you were, YOU weren’t
    Lines you’re blurring, could lead you on the road to a hurting
    My stats speak for self, but who can really say for certain
    Thrill of the hunt, overkill, Atilla the Hun
    Gorilla with gun, accurate, can kill or can stun
    Some call me Raka, the holder of the unknown scrolls
    Digging deeper everyday, long live the Moles
    I give my closing statement as I stay composed
    And our last rights left is the life I’ve chose
    4 min

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RedefineHipHop is the brainchild of Kevin Beacham. It is a part of a initiative to tell Hip Hop stories directly from the perspectives of the creatives and experts throughout Hip Hop history.…