The Forgotten

Verse 1:

Whatever takes to lay to rest all competition, I do

So pray to repent that those devout forgotten will not find you

Don’t make an attempt to follow, wallow in your own discomfort

Discover how to pay your respects, accept them as your brother

I’m leaving a path through trails of mud

Anointing all those in pales of blood

Then focus their lives on lies

And find they’re hopeless in eyes of mind and why

We not designed, we right on time

And when we arrive we get it live

Just acknowledge we on fire

Nine Leaves are the set design

Record time remaining nameless

Formless cuz your forms are shameless

You’ve forgotten where you’re from

And all your flaws that made you famous

Threats are painless, aim this at your heart to make the pain lift

Shape-shift on this track to scratch your name right off the game’s list

Plain **** I am sick of rappers

Pissed cuz I’m a sicker cracker

Fire blacking out the room of places that you stage your acting

You’ve forgotten where’s your passion

Need to ask, that’s my infraction

Show me where your skills at and I’ll show you how to hack and slash ‘em

Chorus: (excerpts from a discussion on Hip Hop)

Some are being pushed through the machine

And being told what to do

They’re not challenging themselves anymore

They forget about themselves as an artist

That may be how it evolved, but that’s not necessarily how it has to be though

Some do what they want to

Verse 2:

I’m backhanding the game, she aint treating us right

I aint really the one but I cherish her life

I blame the change on us, the same must go for me

Our love is deep but I only write once a week

Listen, I never held a nine besides my 9 to 9

No jail time, trust me, my life is fine

I even rhyme in a suit

Cuz my pursuit of happiness is to spit the truth

You lose

And I don’t gotta change up my flow

It is what it is, you can ride or you don’t

You’ll decide as I go

Every line you can scope

I aint losing sleep

You could live a lie but I won’t

I aint beat money, you could talk about all your doe

Man life is sweet

You could peep my gut as it grows

Hold the cheddar for the cheese

And your beef for the streets

Two sides of a coin, my point, we both eat

So yes, I really gotta say this is great

You can hate on my hate so your hate’s just the same

Don’t be mad at me homie I paved my own lane

Speaking honestly, homie you’re a waste of a name

A waste of my space man, check out my frame

I’m drained but I still speak my piece

This last piece of hate

For these you’ll take heat

Y’all wear shades in the club

I’ll rock mine on the beach

Please…

Chorus: (excerpts from a discussion on Hip Hop)

It’s a competitive sport, Hip Hop

Everything is “I, I, I” because you have to prove that you’re the better emcee

And of course it’s a business

Hip Hop wasn’t derived from that

There is this other dimension of Hip Hop

There are these songs all over the world

Verse 3:

They’ve already forgotten

How it sounds, felt the taste it

Before the industry reshaped it and raped it

Landscaped your face, now you’re the Mona Lisa

You gotta do what they do or they won’t release ya

The fans may greet ya, but you can’t look them in the eyes

I guess your hustlin’ features was just a disguise

Make us believe ya, at least you could try

You wanna get rich lying relying on false pride

Sold your soul for the price of the gold and the ice

Now you’re a hoe with no hold and they’re controlling your life

You were exposed to the light but prefer being dumb

The who, what, where

When will you remember one

The place you’ve begun

Look what you’ve become

Succumb to what sucks for a successful some

Regrets you’ll have some

Respect you’ll have none

Cuz when it’s all said and done you’re one loss was the love

Chorus: (excerpts from a discussion on Hip Hop)

People are forgetting who they are, what Hip Hop culture is, and why they’re doing it

That’s the forgotten

Everybody in Hip Hop is not an artist

You’re doing what you think people want you to do rather than who you are

There’s no innovation

Verse 4:

Have you ever had the feeling of being in slow-mo

The type of case that comes with a thinking of “oh no”

Or had a vision showing your future as so low

But without a way in which you could alter or re-sow

Well I’m a bring it through like a leader that bestows

A speech upon his men that’ll heed ‘em to let go

Of the artificial skin that just keeps ‘em in limbo

These seeds will bring the being intended to first grow

You’re heading to and fro on a path that is void of pride

Happy to put aside who you are on the inside

In truth I can’t surmise if this turned out all by design

Did you intend to play the fool or did other people decide

Did managers advise you sever ties for prize

Well now your dragon slumbers while goblins are on the rise

I’m trudging through the snow while you building a man of lies

I’m speaking to your soul but it’s greeting me with goodbyes

And now it’s time to hide cuz I’m wrecking your false disguise

I’m stepping through the haze with intention to bring demise

And when the rug gets pulled and the mirror brings its surprise

Look into your eyes with the question of “who am I”