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Текст песни Binary Star - Honest Expression

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(Voice sample:)"Ultimately, martial art means honestly expressing yourself. It is easy forme to put on a show, and be cocky so I can show you some really fancymovement. But to express oneself honestly, not lying to oneself, and toexpress myself honestly enough; that my friend is very hard to do."(Verse 1)Like sand through the hourglassSo are the days of our livesAnd for that lie, only we thriveAwakenings, as we make the dead come aliveRise and walk my son, come into the lightInside the dark, we illuminate micsGive knowledge to mediocre, the will to NeanderthalFilter to the smog, digital to analogWe steady advancing, rhyme enhancingSimple minds can`t keep up with this(Verse 2)I`m a put it on the tableI ain`t a thug nigga and playaI ain`t playful, I`m jus` a non-sinnerA man without label, standin` on my own twoTryin` to stay stableSpeakin` what I know, to only what I labelI ain`t the kinda guy who carry out for doughThe material cat who walk around for showI`m jus` everyday, merry-way Joe-in-the-goWhile other`s go wit` the flowI ain`t never been the one to follow trendI do my own bit, can`t keep up with the JonesesI`m on my own shit, I don`t care what you drinkWhat you stress, how you dress, or where you got the linkI ain`t impressedThese lames walk around like mice in the mazeTryin` to get up on cheese, its just a rap raceOne escapes time seems to makeMan worships things over the supreme thingA stop for lots, should I join the hypocritesOr side with the suckers, by choiceIt makes no difference, that you`re a product of environmentIs just coincidence, the world`s a violent place babyThere ain`t no more innocence, or civil men of penitenceJust ignorance, casting the right from wrongThey mimic shit they see on TV or hear in a songWhat they tell you they on, a sucker act up every minuteThe righteous live on, but them niggas is invented(Verse 3)Yo, I ain`t hardcore, I don`t pack a nine millimeterMost a y`all gangsta rappers ain`t hardcore neitherWhoever get mad, then I`m talkin` `bout youClaim you fear no man, but never walk wit` our crewWhere I`m from, your reputation don`t mean jackSo what, you pack gats and you sell fiends crackYou ain`t big time, my manYou ain`t no different from the next cat in my neighborhood who did timeRhyme after rhymes it`s the same topicWhat make you think you hardcore `cause you was raised in the projectsBroke-ass finally got a hundred in your pocketNow you on the mic, spittin` money`s no objectWhat you say is bullcrap, if you wasn`t wit` your crewOr wasn`t drunk off the brew, would you still pull gats?You need to stop fronting or you headed for self-destructionYeah, today`s topic, is self-destructionI ain`t talkin` `bout the KRS-One discussionI`m talkin` `bout the one-too-many ignorant suckersLyin` on the mic to my sisters and brothersEvery time you listen to the radioAll you hear is nonsense, they never play the bomb shitEverything that glitters ain`t goldAnd every gold record don`t glitter, that`s for damn sure(Scratching Voices:)"Y`all need to be cool as shit""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"(Interlude)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 itIt`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 nigga talk, nigga talkBut if you want to make money yo, I got it broke down thoughI got it broke down, (break it down yo)You got hip-hop, then you got hip-popHip-pop? (hip-pop)Alright, (but a lot of cats want pop)Yes, (know what I`m sayin`)It used to be real hipYou got the top forty version of hip-hopI still got something else, something else that I wanna get off my chestWhat? (know what I`m sayin`?)(Verse 4)How many cats you knowSpeak the ill-legit rhyme after rhyme diligentEighty-five percent represent ignorantEither you innocent or guiltySome of my favorite emcees fell ofIt damn near killed meLookin` at the kids that was true hip-popNowadays them cats don`t even do hip-hopRap got `em brainwashed, with cats that don`t lastAnd five minutes of fame, that`s when it`s a shameSeein` real emcees tryin` to imitate rappersIf you ask me, they goin` out ass-backwardsTrading in respect to push a fat Lex`Puff rhymin` on the remix, what`s next?It hurts so bad, I wanna smack `emMy favorite crew members break upTurn around and join whack onesThis is dedicated to you hip-hop hypocritesDroppin` whack songs, like you don`t give a shitI ain`t got nothin` against nobody trying to make a decent livingIt ain`t the money that`s the issueOnly if that`s the reason why these cats ain`t makin` decent musicThat`s when I got beef wit` youAnd I`m a bring it to you like neverGo ahead, call me player-hater if it make you feel betterTry to jump my crew if you cats feel boggyYou need to wake up, and smell the damn coffeeKnow what I`m sayin`, these whack emcees...

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