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been doing this before

common fell outta love with her

witnessed this games metamorphosis

like a butterfly from the chrysalis

bring pugilistic linguistics

scientific poetics

rappers flow is basic

this game dumbed down

like the education system 

and i'm in mourning

hip-hop's apocalyptic state

is catastrophic

claiming their esoteric

but they're dropping lots of bullshit

they're fake like the 

emancipation proclamation

and i'm the tax-man

realising i need something good

like maverick sabre

not reeferring to herbs 

wrapped in paper

i dehpon capers

tek mi for a simpleton

i play dumb to catchwise

tek lives wit ill lines

inside my bar rhymes

speak to your sublime

with remarkable time
peeps await my bars like payday
skills forged under pressure
force my bars to be diamonds


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i still love her

i was a whipper snapper
i listened with a rappers delight
mesmerised by her wordplay
the nineties solidified my love
every facet of her
from east to west
from afrocentric to gangster
the hieroglyphics to native tongues
what n.w.a and wu done changed her
but i still loved her

she became gangsta with a martial arts philosophy
spitting illmatic verses to me
taught me the mysteries of chessboxing
whilst giving me electric relaxation
straight from the soul
then she got ignorant materialistic on me
living for champas, versace, gucci and ice
she went through a cri-sis
whacking top guys from the list
got dangerous to be around
but i still loved her

despite going through life changes
various cycles in many places
getting upset at the weak stages
had to dig deep my relationship became cynical
until she was in hospital 
shit was critical
i was hysterical she was pronounced dead
i couldn't accept this 
the love of my life dead
what a head trip
but then as if by miracle
realness like a breath of life 
came into her
i was exposed to new facets
of her hip hop...
i still and will always love her

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OTIS

when a song is named after you one has NO CHOICE but to post it jigga and weezy present OTIS ohh yess

touched

this track has touched me as a dad of a daughter and an uncle of a sixteen year old niece...this means a lot!!