MC Taylor - Exhibition lyrics

(V for Vendetta Audio 1) Evey: Who are you? V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask Evey: Well I can see that V: Of course you can, I'm not questioning your powers of observation, I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is (Verse 1) I wrote this cause I needed to write something Didn't write it to right nothing/didn't hear the right coming Actually I see the right coming For a demon in a mask with vendetta to incite something Viva la untelevised/heeding the words of the wise While making sure to despise/the oppressors of lives The same professors of lies/lies that spell the demise Of abandoned children and wives/who fail despite their best tries Dissing rappers is quite absurd Don't want to be too liberal with the word And if you didn't catch the disrespect that just occurred Go find your local nerd and she will explain what you just heard And once you catch that make sure you catch it in motion Usually need another sense to sense the depth of the ocean Just make sure you don't go far down the bench Don't want to be an accomplice to heads exploding at Mariana's trench (Bridge) Come see it live/come in and vibe Come see it live/come in and vibe Come see it live/come in and vibe Come see it live/come in and vibe (Verse 2) A race struggled with oppression/dealt with slavery racism and poverty all in succession But it gave birth to expression A mix of poetry and music not yet to be seen The switch from DJ to MC highlighted the change in theme It was no longer entertainment Thoughts trapped in the mind beautifully breaking containment Lies couldn't sustain it/the real yes this became it So real that it could be properly used by the plaintiff But now they feed lies to wives and children Turned our woman into hoes and kids into ceilings Sat in CEO buildings/flashed some green and it willed them They sold away their soul and sold out for a mil and Expression from oppression has become it's source Everything you just heard is a rewritten course On how to make a slave out of cats who want some green I no longer encounter truth when I hit the scene But one day a lyric left the tongue Not a flex but still spit so the battle is won A battle ill fought since the day it begun But a remnant had constantly been exposing the sun Hip hop has breath in it's lungs illumination in eyes Spitting the truth to the world and exposing its lies Pledges allegiance to the truth and proclaims the demise Of lies that ruin the world and pollute its skies A thought leaves the mind Written down on paper in the form of a rhyme A simple line “We are not dead and we have not bled And sweat our tears for no one to hear the words that we said” They're more than shots to the head/they're bullets shattering souls Fired from aorta and piercing your chest with holes That's how we breaking the mold Unrelenting and never stale never willing to fold