"Not Hip Hop" genre: Christian Rap
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	we are the most non hip-hop hip-hop crew
	CD: The Les Clever EP
	Lyrics Flip: I’m the adopted son of urban but I’m learning that suburban kids lives fall under knives like the listener’s a surgeon, cutting deep with criticisms that don’t fit your common cast, casude you never heard a head claiming truth to middle class but us, Point 5 Covenant, we come real with no gimmicks, no fake tales to sell like you money hungry mimics you’ll never get rid of it, while the masters benefit, you’ve come to the end of it, so get rid of all your sentiments, you’re like the Judas of the industry, taking an art and mutating it to a mystery, but cant you see? the positivity is not existing g, committing blasphemy, your skipping through pages of history, oh your winning offending women defending sinning souls my minds spinning your grinning beginning in my pigeon hole so it doesn’t really matter what I say or what I wrote, cause to you I’m not quote- hip hop- unquote Merlin: What you think is Hip Hop is just some empty thoughts dropped uttered by endless pawns caught in the game they sought the fame but in the end their souls were bought with compliance and submission defiance and division deceivin demoralized decisions needing a revision imprisoned by all these cons idolized by little children listening to all their songs this art that I love has been buried and pounded down set apart from up above but carried on underground found in tape decks or an original flow heard by the ten cats noddin their heads at the show so No I don’t speak of cash or twenty inch rims and YEAH I went to private school with a bunch of rich kids but I was just middle class I never had the bling bling well I had some braces at the age of fourteen but according to the world I am not hip hop but the world can think whatever I don’t want what it’s got SeanP: i wear some Clark Wallabees but so does Keven Arnold day dream about Wenie, carve our name in oak trees my lawn stays green 52 weeks of the year/ mom beat aunt Bee in a baking contest I'm a little different/ ride around in my '83 singing "can't touch this” spray graffitti, with my neighbor Opie breakdance in Hammer pants with Richie Cunningham those were the happiest days scratching Billy Gram phrases, over Elvis loop tapes, before Puff Daddy was famous I owe all I know to that movie Beat Street Ramo's legacy will live on thanks to me...

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