Bob Marley.
By Bounce
I ride the tranquil waves of enlightenment, slave to no man
My guide, the most high, King of Kings and ruler of all lands
I’ve joined hands with warring politicians an exhibition
One love above all, a condition of the heart’s ambition
Ammunition fired through the hired musicians’ jaw
Raw vocals ignite, catch a fire under a system of flaws
Ambushed in the night, death calls due to the truths I recite
Fight with the might of JAH to unite a people thru plight
Incite a movement with a groove meant to soothe men
Proven delusions abuse men, when War’s the only solution
Elocution on wax an old trench town compilation of facts
A hidden tax not only paid by blacks, but all who fall into
.................................................. ...........................societal cracks
Digital attacks..................................................... .................................
Waged & engaged with the rage I’ve displayed on many a stage
Caged in the heart of man is the message my music’s engraved
Enslaved no longer my spirit soars with the heights of the lifted
Twisted, these blood shot eye’s signify more than just spliffted
Gifted are the fruit of my loins as they join this battle, I’m living
Giving breath to the fire I started, not even death.........................
......................................could quiet the riot of the dearly departed
"Emancipate yourself from mental slavery,.................................
............................................none but ourselves can free our mind..."
-Robert Nesta Marley
Born: February 6, 1945 - Died: May 11, 1981
Slug
by Twixn...
with rash action ill stumble through searching for passion
hacking at road blocks put forth by society's false faction
a soul search in an attempt to bury the coal
that hold's my feet and stops my steady roll
yet ill retake control and silently pronoucnce corperate demise
kick back and watch pleasantly as our freedom and fate rise
Answering the forsaken children's cries as they sit there
trying to rebuild a castle from there parents ashes with care
It's not fair that the new generation must live in our web of lies
so please step and try to untangle the incompetent ties
and ill hold onto this mic and produce forth words
and keep on portraying my message weather or not you heard
focus the blurred image of life and reaveal what ive learned
till all have turned to face reality and what weve earned
i will not sit and wait, until i wind the path of fate
steer it back into the right derection and end the hate
Tego Calderon
By Sharp.
Yo creo que la musica es lo mas importante en el mundo
Rakim handed me a mic to rhyme, he never knew though,
I'd be the most lyrical reggeaton artista, enemigos llorran
Cuando tiro rhymes, todos asustados, de Calderon van.
Latino from Puerto Rico, came out the womb rappin' chico.
Slow, and low emcee flow, not average, can't hit a C-note.
Rose from the gritty streets of the Puerto Rican ghettos.
Y se que soy feo, un ugly ma'fucka', con pelos negros.
My music is obsolete if it can't make you move and think.
As you're reading this, the vibrations groove through the ink.
Self hate laced lyrics fused with latin drums and beats.
A heavy bass to make sure you car thumps on streets.
Musician at heart, inspired by those that live through the art.
Now I spit on the sharks,
that said I wouldn't ammount to shit from the start.
Music's Artists-A Pancakez collab.
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