Honest Expression-BINARY STAR

Artist：binary star Songs Title：honest expression Ultimately, martial art means honestly expressing yourself. It is easy for Me to put on a show, and be cocky so I can show you some really fancy Movement. But to express oneself honestly, not lying to oneself, and to Express myself honestly enough that my friend is very hard to do. Like sand through the hourglass So are the days of our lives And for that lie, only we thrive Awakenings, as we make the dead come alive Rise and walk my son, come into the light Inside the dark, we illuminate mics Give knowledge to mediocre, the will to Neanderthal Filter to the smog, digital to analog We steady advancing, rhyme enhancing Simple minds can't keep up with this I'm a put it on the table I ain't a thug ni**a and playa I ain't playful, I'm jus' a non-sinner A man without label, standin' on my own two Tryin' to stay stable Speakin' what I know, to only what I label I ain't the kinda guy who carry out for dough The material cat who walk around for show I'm jus' everyday, merry-way Joe-in-the-go While other's go wit' the flow I ain't never been the one to follow trend I do my own bit, can't keep up with the Joneses I'm on my own sh*t, I don't care what you drink What you stress, how you dress, or where you got the link I ain't impressed These lames walk around like mice in the maze Tryin' to get up on cheese, it's just a rap race One escapes time seems to make Man worships things over the supreme thing A stop for lots, should I join the hypocrites Or side with the suckers, by choice It makes no difference, that you're a product of environment Is just coincidence, the world's a violent place baby There ain't no more innocence, or civil men of penitence Just ignorance, casting the right from wrong They mimic sh*t they see on TV or hear in a song What they tell you they on, a sucker act up every minute The righteous live on, but them niggas is invented Yo, I ain't hardcore, I don't pack a nine millimeter Most a y'all gangsta rappers ain't hardcore neither Whoever get mad, then I'm talkin' 'bout you Claim you fear no man, but never walk wit' our crew Where I'm from, your reputation don't mean jack So what, you pack gats and you sell fiends crack You ain't big time, my man You ain't no different from the next cat in my neighborhood who did time Rhyme after rhymes it's the same topic What make you think you hardcore 'cause you was raised in the projects Broke-a** finally got a hundred in your pocket Now you on the mic, spittin' money's no object What you say is bullcrap, if you wasn't wit' your crew Or wasn't drunk off the brew, would you still pull gats? You need to stop fronting or you headed for self-destruction Yeah, today's topic, is self-destruction I ain't talkin' 'bout the KRS-One discussion I'm talkin' 'bout the one-too-many ignorant suckers Lyin' on the mic to my sisters and brothers Every time you listen to the radio All you hear is nonsense, they never play the bomb sh*t Everything that glitters ain't gold And every gold record don't glitter, that's for damn sure Y'all need to be cool as sh*t Tryin' to teach you from the heart Y'all rambling on, and ain't sayin' nothing I'm busy in the mind I'm a go invent, I think I'll elevate my mental Yo, see cats got confused somewhere man (confused) About what hip-hop was, you know what I'm sayin' Or what hip-hop is, (it's business yo) you know it It's all business (its big money, know what I'm sayin' that's all these cats about) You know that's bullshit, right? That's ni**a talk, ni**a talk But if you want to make money yo, I got it broke down though I got it broke down, (break it down yo) You got hip-hop, then you got hip-pop Hip-pop? (hip-pop) Alright, (but a lot of cats want pop) Yes, (know what I'm sayin') It used to be real hip You got the top forty version of hip-hop I still got something else, something else that I wanna get off my chest What? (know what I'm sayin'?) How many cats you know Speak the ill-legit rhyme after rhyme diligent Eighty-five percent represent ignorant Either you innocent or guilty Some of my favorite emcees fell of It damn near killed me Lookin' at the kids that was true hip-pop Nowadays them cats don't even do hip-hop Rap got 'em brainwashed, with cats that don't last And five minutes of fame, that's when it's a shame Seein' real emcees tryin' to imitate rappers If you ask me, they goin' out a**-backwards Trading in respect to push a fat Lex' Puff rhymin' on the remix, what's next? It hurts so bad, I wanna smack 'em My favorite crew members break up Turn around and join whack ones This is dedicated to you hip-hop hypocrites Droppin' whack songs, like you don't give a sh*t I ain't got nothin' against nobody trying to make a decent living It ain't the money that's the issue Only if that's the reason why these cats ain't makin' decent music That's when I got beef wit' you And I'm a bring it to you like never Go ahead, call me player-hater if it make you feel better Try to jump my crew if you cats feel boggy You need to wake up, and smell the damn coffee Know what I'm sayin', these whack emcees...