Honest Expression

Intro:

Ultimately, martial art means honestly expressing yourself...

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 myslef 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 will to neanderthal

Filter to the the small

Digital to analog

We steady advancin'

Rhyme enhancin'

Civil minds can't keep up with this

Senim Silla:

Dig - I'ma put it on the table

I ain't a thug nigga and playa, I ain't playful

I'm just Senim Silla, man without label

Standin' on my own to you tryin' to stay stable

Speakin' what I know to only what I'm able

I ain't the kinda guy who carry on for dough

The material cat who walk around for show

I'm just your everyday, merry way joe on the go

While others go with the flow

I ain't never been the one to follow trend, I do my own bit

Can't keep up with the joneses, I'm on my own sh*t

I don't care what you drink

What you stress, how you dress, or where you got the link

I ain't impressed

These lames run around like mice in a maze

Tryin' to get up on cheese, its just a rat race

Wanna change times' schemes to make man worship things

Over the supreme being, or stop, fill up?

Should I join the hypocrites?

Or side with the suckas by choice

It makes no difference that y'all product of environment

It's just coincidence

The world's a violent place baby, there ain't no more innocence

Or civil men or penatence, just

Ignorance cast on the right from wrong

They mimic sh*t they see on TV or hear in a song

What that tell you they on?

A sucka act up every minute

The righteous live on but the the niggas are infinite

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I ain't hardcore, I don't pack a 9 millimeter

Most of y'all gangster rappers ain't hardcore neither

Whoever get mad then I'm talkin 'bout you

Claim you fear no man but never walk without crew

Where I'm from, your reputation don't mean jack

So what you pack gats and you sell fiend's crack

You ain't big time, my man

You ain't no different from the next cat in my neigberhood who did time

Rhyme after rhyme it's the same topic

What make you think you hardcore cuz you was raised in the projects

Broke ass finally got a hundred in your pocket

Now you on the mic spittin' money's no object

What you say is bullcrap

If you wasn't with your crew and wasn't drunk off the brew

Would you still pull gats?

You need to stop frontin'

Or you're headed for self destruction

Yeah, today's topic is self-destruction

I ain't talkin 'bout the KRS-One discussion

I'm talkin 'bout the one too many ignorant suckas

Lyin' on the mic to my sistas and brothas

Everytime you listen to the radio, all you hear is nonsense

They never play the bomb sh*t

Everything that glitters ain't gold

And every gold record don't glitter that's for damn sure

(scratching break)

(discussion)

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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

Lookin' at the kids that was true hip-hop

Nowadays them cats don't even do hip-hop

Rap got 'em brainwashed with cats that don't last

And five minutes of fame

That's when it's a shame

Seein real emcees tryin' to imitate rappers

If you ask me they goin' out ass backwards

Tradin' in respect to push a fat Lex

Puff rhymin' on the remix, what's next?

It hurts so bad I wanna smack 'em

My favorite crew members break up turn around and join wack ones

This is dedicated to you hip-hop hypocrites

Drivin wack songs like you don't give a sh*t

I ain't got nothin' against nobody tryin' to make a decent living

It ain't the money that's the issue

Only if that's the reason why these cats are makin' decent music

That's when I got beef with you

And I'ma break it you like never

Go ahead, call me player hater if it make you feel better

Try to jump my crew if you cats feel foggy

You need to wake up and smell the damn coffee