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I'm on the run It's after me It won't stop attackin' me Everywhere I look I see hip-hop blasphemy I'm runnin' down the street in the middle of the night Ill never loose sight I forever will fight Why is it after me Why does it haffta be So hard to actually Be an emcee Commercial hip hop Just wont stop I'm runnin' so hard But it just wont drop I duck in the alley catch my breath count to ten Open up the source and there it is again Starin' me rite in the eye Keep regenerating so I no it wont die I throw the magazine Look around the corner coast is clear I take off running Looking like a dope fiend The commercial industry demon Started screamin' I'm out of breath Barely breathin' There's must be a way to end this madness At least knock him out for the count at best I dash into a record store tryin' to avoid him Some other kids have tried but never destroyed him I check the stores top 20 see what they got There he is again and he's got the number 1 spot I jet, covered in sweat, drippin' wet Kickin' gear faster then a turbo vet I'm runnin' hard From this demon disease But it doesn't come at ease When you The malls comin' up on my rite hand side I figure inside It be easy to hide I make my way in this mad crowded place Everybody's more concerned with this diamonds face I exit the mall Leave the back way Cant take it longer I been runnin' all day I managed to make it to the subway But the daemons gaining on me so I cant stay I'm runnin' as fast as I can I pause for a second and pull out a blue paint can I begin taggin' graffiti on the wall As I keep griming the daemon starts to fall Looks like he cant take real hip hop Looks like I found out what makes the daemon drop Keep burning till the wall it lit And that's it My tag reads BENEFIT I ran out of pain just I was gonna do him in I betta run the daemons getting up again I exit the sub way back to the streets Off in the distance I hear some dope beats I run towards the music I think I'm gonna loose it I'm runnin' so hard the my feet start bruising I see glimpses I drop to the ground and start break dancing The daemon slows down I pop into a stall I do a windmill and the daemon starts to fall Looks like it cant take real hip hop Looks like I found out what makes the daemon drop I'mma keep breakin' 'Cept legs start shakin' I gotta stop cuz my body cant take it I get up Start runnin' again The daemon does the same guess this will never end Still I hear the music that I heard before And if comin' from a hip hoop record store I make it to the side and see ruckus adds They got 2 turntables and 2 scratch pads I jump behind the techniques and rip it indeed I tear up the records till both of my hands bleed Demon fell hard that commercial thug But I had to stop scratchin' there was too much blood I went through 3 elements the daemon still thrillin' Now I cant believe all the blood that I'm spillin' The daemon gets back up on his feet I grab in instrumental record and put on a dope beat I cant run any more no energy So I grab a mike and scream Daemon come battle me I started spittin' out metaphors rite and left I told him that he needs to start bitin' less I told him he needs to come original I told him that hip hop this is critical Started shaking couldn't take it any more Heart stopped beating and he fell to the floor Looks like I found out what made him drop And that was the end of commercial hip hop |