"Whats The Message" genre: Hip Hop
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	What's the message I think people are a little mixed up.
	CD: The Message   Label: DEMO Credits: to the kats that inspire.
	Story Behind the Song i just write, its all from the heart, I love all the aspects of hip hop culture. Its a life style. I think it gets distorted for some people, I'm just trying to keep it real... haha a boondox kid. Lyrics What’s The Message What’s the message? I think people are a little mixed up So concerned about the material things they loose sight of the real things What is the point to sing? About the money or the shoes fame brings That’s not where you came from it seems a little dumb To brag To slay words of no meaning Stop this mess I think its time for a cleaning Of the music industry Afraid so Of the media All that matters is the dough It’s a yeast infection and im about to flow With breathe that reeks of pesticides Kill the bug’s let these cats realize Theres more to life open your eyes TV has made you miniature sized Stuffing your face with McDonalds French fries Working towards your own demise Its you you should despise Fly’s Give me a swatter and some coffee filtered water So I can smack some sense into yawl Thanks for putting up with me I know my rhymes are dense Its that bitch smacking ho whacking copy cat dance But it’s the small town collaboration We are the bacteria Some one is using sterilization Watch me drive my bike I know how to skid Im a mother fucking boon dox kid I’ll help freshen up this mess Refresh Click of the mouse Im a rat without a house staying true to my scene Weather its skim board skateboard or graffiti writing How exciting Maybe I’ll take up mountain biking And live my life like a Viking Not a care as im tri-cycling Cause I’ll flow when I ride Never Being bored like I am right now No job no gas stuck inside this house how Well im not broke because I do have a place to live And im happy because I have a place to rid My mind from the nonsense of every day life Put a chain on my neck and call me spike I’ll do any thing you like As long as im on TV and every one can see me Back to poverty Self pity Im driving down the road feeling rather shitty Stuck in a place where I feel I’ll never shine Like the warrior within has been put behind Or stuffed in a pillow case forced to suffocate My soul I’ll hack my way out soon Out of this well kept cocoon Where every one acts like a loony tune A train will take me else where places where id never thought id be Far from the circular rotating society From town to town I view the scene Varying in people But where all equal Why I sit here and flow is beyond me But you can also join in the jamboree And we’ll create a sequel I lost my inspiration Nothing is worse than that When no one but boredoms got your back But the muse came within a dream Where the people IV encountered glisten and gleam Or to my horror look rather mean Dirty toes fangs of green The power I possess is of laser beams Zapping the evil planning my scheme What does all this mean? I don’t know.

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