They Made It That Way

It started with two turn tables and a mic

Lightning strike, electricity

MC rip rhymes DJ cut the wax viciously

The combo, maliciously brought, ingenious and precise

Mad nice, soon to be subject to mad heists

Niggas talkin bout they bought mad ice, livin the mad sheist

In the battle of art versus trends

Poetry ends when money contends the recipe blends and becomes diluted

Polluted in fact, but check whos been recruited

Intact with rhymes for your mind

Everydays a struggle 'cause society frames you

But raise your head and walk with pride because i came to...

"Make It Better" -> [KRS-One sample] (2x)

The only place I can find justice is deep inside of these lines

That i designed to explain situations of the times

People in general are targets of big money markets

And are all disposable unless you come ready to work

Fully posable with suit and tie

Ready to buy into the bullshit images

Of people claiming that money is what there religion is

Filthy females that are visionless

And foes that are precisionless

Let me be your mind's eye and vision this

Rise above, your power is limitless

The ghetto's designed to leave you spiritless

Living from day to day dodging AK spray

Niggas doing anything for pay

In streets that spite the light of day

The fallen gods been led astray

I must retaliate

"Why?"

Because they made it that way

"Word"

Fully educated rhyme spray

My way is to give you something to cling to

So you can survive dillemas that you live through

Then exist through your light

And focus on being in search of what's real

Instead of just relying on the steel.

"Make It Better"

"Remember?"

"Make It Better"

Check it,

This is the new lyrical selection

Red, black, and green protection

Motivation and pride connection

Moving the focus of your perception away from nice cars with fuel injection

The lesson is often taught, but never heard

Leaving your vision forever blurred

Killing for wealth in a world thats absurd, with hate in killing the fate

Delivered by your villian(?)

Fucked up from skunk and malt liquor and now he's illin'

'cause he hasn't had a meal in three days

Chop your neck in three ways, common occurences these days

Soon to be locked in a cell for raising hell

Looking back upon his life wondering where he fell

But martyrs tell of many uncivil nights

While battleing for civil rights

Niggas die 'cause ignorance plights

And ignorance fights progress

In all shapes and types

By blocking the lights of success from niggas sights

So one nigga snipes his brotha who he claimed he never likes

And snatches his adiddas and nikes

So I drop knowledge on mics until apocalypse strikes

Atomic blast blowing niggas off dirtbikes

I mold the soil into dirt spikes

And jump straight from the top of the chart

And drive 'em through the devil's heart

Its time to revolt and restart

And live our lives from the heart

And bring this music back to the art, rip it apart.

"Remember?" & "Make It Better" (scratched) 3x

(scratches and fades)