Honest Expression

'Ultimately, martial art means honestly expressing yourself...
I mean it is easy for me to put on a show and be cocky...
Or I could show you some really fancy movement
But to express oneself honestly, not lying to oneself
And to express myself honestly--
Now that, my friend, is very hard to do.'
Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives
And for that live moment 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 wheel to neanderthal
Filter to the the smog, digital to analog
We steady advancing, rhyme enhancing
Simple minds cant keep up with this
{Verse 1: Senim Silla}
Dig - Ima put it on the table
I aint a thug nigga and playa, I aint playful
Im just Senim Silla, man without label
Standing on my own two, youre trying to stay stable
Speaking what I know to only what Im able
I aint the kind of guy who carry on for dough
The material cat who walk around for show
Im just your everyday, merry way joe on the go
While others go with the flow
I aint never been the one to follow trend, I do my own bit
Cant keep up with the Joneses, Im on my own shit
I dont care what you drink, what you stress
How you dress, or where you got the link; I aint impressed
These lames run around like mice in a maze
Trying to get up on cheese, its just a rat race
One of Shaytans schemes to make man worship things
Over The Supreme Being, or Astafullah
Should I join the hypocrites?
Or side with the suckers by choice It makes no difference
That yall product of environment, its just coincidence
The worlds a violent place baby, there aint no more innocence, or civil men or penatence
Just ignorance cats dont know right from wrong
They mimic shit they see on TV or hear in a song
What that tell you they on? A sucker act up every minute
The righteous live on but the the niggas are infinite
One Be Lo]
I aint hardcore, I dont pack a 9 millimeter
Most of yall gangsta rappers aint hardcore neither
Whoever get mad then Im talkin bout you
Claim you fear no man but never walk without crew
Where Im from, your reputation dont mean jack
So what you pack gats and you sell fiends crack
You aint big time
My man, you aint no different from the next cat in my neighborhood who did time
Rhyme after rhyme its the same topic
What make you think youre hardcore cause you was raised in the projects
Broke ass finally got a hundred in your pocket
Now you on the mic spitting moneys no object
What you say is bullcrap
If you wasnt with your crew and wasnt drunk off the brew
Would you still pull gats?
You need to stop frontin
Or youre headed for self destruction
Yeah, todays topic is self-destruction
I aint talkin bout the KRS-One discussion
I'm talkin bout the one too many ignorant suckers
Lying 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 shit
Everything that glitters aint gold
And every gold record dont glitter thats for damn sure
'Yall need to be cool as shit'
'Time to kick shit from the heart'
'Yall rambling on, and aint sayin nothing'
'Im busy in the mind'
'I wont dwell on that, I think Ill elevate my mental'
'When I talk, I know I鈥檓talking for Hip Hoppers all around'
Yo, see cats got confused somewhere man (confused)
About what hip-hop was, you know what Im sayin
Or what hip-hop is, (its business yo) you know it
Its all business
(its big money, know what Im sayin thats all these cats about)
You know thats bullshit, right? But dig it though, dig
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 Im sayin)
It used to be real hip
You got the top 40 version of hip-hop
I still got something else, something else that I wanna get off my chest
What? (know what Im sayin?)
One Be Lo]
How many cats you know speak the illegit rhyme after rhyme diligent ?
85 percent represent ignorant
Either you innocent or guilty
Some of my favorite emcees fell off
It damn near killed me
Looking at the kids that was true hip-hop
Nowadays, them cats dont even do hip-hop
Rap got em brainwashed with cats that dont last
And five minutes of fame, thats when its a shame
Seeing real emcees trying to imitate rappers
If you ask me they going out ass backwards
Trading in respect to push a fat Lex
Puff rhyming on the remix, whats 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
Driving whack songs like you dont give a shit
I aint got nothing against nobody trying to make a decent living
It aint the money thats the issue
Only if thats the reason why these cats are making decent music
Thats when I got beef with you
And Ima break 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 froggy
You need to wake up and smell the damn coffee