Hip Hop Part 2

[DisturbedPoet]

I Concentrate,
on my rhymes I make
Take no mistake.
My Flow I create.

The
instrumental,
Is got my mental capacity.
way above reality.
Higher than gravity.

Looking down on this planet.
thank god I'm gone,
Cause I can't stand it.

A world filled with corruption.
To make us feel like nothing.

crack the dutch,
and let me smoke something.

Pyramid structure.
Got me tight,
like a mother fucker.

They feed of the labor.
calming jesus will save ya.

A philosopher, can't help to think.
like trying to explain, that black turns pink.

Hip hop and rock, I breathe non stop.
Lennon, and Marley, got shot.
for the same reasons,
as BIG and Pac

I'm tired of a art,
turned into modern pop.
How could the best,
rolling stone MC,
Not go off the top?

And how does a grown man kiss,
his "dad" on the lips?

These are homo sexual actors.
Playing factors.
On society.
Your brain washed,
if your denying me!