Story Behind the Song
There was a need to say this, "People Died so I can rhyme, you think I'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time". The immortal words of KRS-One from the BDP joint "We In There" off the Sex and Violence album stayed with me. Why has today's hip-hop music reduced itself to expressing such empty lyrics? I attempt to not answer the question but rather move onto raising the bar.
Chuck D. of Public Enemy provided the choice words that inspired the title of the joint from the B-side cut "Mao Tse Tung" off the "What Kinda Power We Got" single off the Muse-Sick-N-Hour-Mess-Age album.
Puttin' in Bloodwork like whut!
Lyrics
BLOODY BLOOD OF A JOURNALIST
UNBROKEN QUILLS WILLS THE WIND BENEATH MY WINGS
TO REUP, REBUILD, REDEEM REDUX PLUS WITHOUT THE RING
SPRING FORTH RIGHTEOUS IN STEP, BALANCE KEPT, ONCE WEPT
YEP, SLEPT DREAMT AND HAD A DREAM BUT WITHOUT GOING INTO DEPTH
NOW WITH ONE MIGHTY BREATH FROM MY NOSTRILS LEFT,
EN FLUX AT THE CRUX OBSTACLES MAY OBSTRUCT AND CONTRACEPT
GATHER MY THOUGHTS, RAPID RESPONSE REPONDS INEPT, DISPOSITIONED UNSURE
SITUATION NUMBER NINE TOO INTENSE, DEFENSE CONDITION FOUR
INTUITION AT WAR, AS INSTICTS BLINK ASSESS DAMAGES
THIRD DEGREE BURN VICTIM UNLEARNS QUICK FROM FRESH BANDAGES
LESS ADVANTAGES, CHECKS AND BALANCES, LIFES TESTS AND CHALLENGES
ABREAST OF THE REST OF THE STRESS THAT COMPOUNDS SO SCANDALOUS
STILL CLUELESS, ACHILLIES UNHEALED FOOLISH INTEGRITY
WILL BE MY TRIPFALL TO FALTER, CHIPPED FLAW IN ARMOUR BRINGING BREVITY
UNLEVELING THE PLAYING FIELD, SACRIFICE LONGEVITY
IN EXCHANGE FOR SHORT TERM GOALS, THINK LONG RANGE AND AIM STEADILY
Chorus x2
ITS A CRIME, ITS A CRIME, PEOPLE DIED SO I COULD RHYME
WONT WASTE MY NATIONS TIME, SUBMIT YOUR BLOODLINE
WITH MENDED WINGS, AVENGED ESTEEM KINDLY KILL EM WITH COUTEOUSNESS
THE UNADULTERATED, UNTAINTED BLOODY BLOOD OF A JOURNALIST
Verse 2
RESUME, UNDER A SHRINKS SPELL, DOCUMENTED WITH PLUMES
DIPPED IN INK WELLS, INDIRECT RIPPLE EFFECT AFFECTED OPEN WOUNDS
UNFAMILIAR TONE OF VOICE, BLOSSOM AND BLOOMS ON DIFFERENT TUNES
GROOM IMPRESSIONABLE MINDS, SESSION 9 IS A LESSON BEFORE DYING
PLEASE BLESS ME LORD IM TRYING HARDER BUT WHAT HARBORS
HARM TO TROUBLE STILL WATERS RESTED IN MOTION FOR WHICH IT FOSTERS
DEVOTION, SELF-DISCIPLINE, DUE DILLIGENCE, EQUATE THE QUOTIENT
FACTOR GROSS NEGLEGENCE, PLUS THE POTENT PASSION POTION
CHEERS, IN ALL MY YEARS JEERS MORE OFTEN THAN NOT REARS
ITS UGLY HEAD FACING FEARS CONFRONTED, STEER EYES PEELED TO PEER
IN CLEAR VIEW OF NEXT TIER GRAB HELD, OVERWHELMED
REALMS OF RESPONSIBILITY SWELLS TO DELVE, NUMBER ONE YOU HAVE THE HELM
ASSUME THE POSITION AND MAKE IT SO IN TRUE TRADITION, A NEW EDITION
FOR NOSTALGAS SAKE, FROM THE BOWELS OF WHERE MY LOUD HUNGER ACHES
ERUPT ABRUPTLY, THRUSTIN ROUGHLY WITHOUT RESTRAINT
FOOT CANVASING, PAY FOR PETTY CURES, FREE AND PURE TO PAINT
A PRETTIER PICTURE, ALREADY BEEN THROUGH THAT FRAME, RETROFIXTURE COMMISIONER OF A FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH, NEXT DESCIPTURE
Chorus x2
ITS A CRIME, ITS A CRIME, PEOPLE DIED SO I COULD RHYME
WON’T WASTE MY NATIONS TIME, SUBMIT YOUR BLOODLINE
WITH MENDED WINGS, AVENGED ESTEEM KINDLY KILL EM WITH COUTEOUSNESS
THE UNADULTERATED, UNTAINTED BLOODY BLOOD OF A JOURNALIST
Verse 3
ITS A CRIME, ITS A CRIME, EVERYTHING TAKES ITS TIME
PATIENTLY AWAIT PLANETS TO ALIGN, THEN REFINE THE GAME OF RHYME
ITS A CRIME, ITS A CRIME, IT TOOK THE SUN THIS LONG TO SHINE
NOW AT MY PRIME MERRIDIAN, THROUGH THE GRIT AND THE GRIME
ITS A CRIME, ITS A CRIME, MY TWISTED SPINE HOLDS MORE WEIGHT DESIGNED
TO LEAD THE PEOPLE THROUGH A NEW ERA AS THE HERO AND THE TERROR
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