One.Be.Lo - Honest Expression lyrics

[Intro: Bruce Lee] "Ultimately, martial art means honestly expressing yourself... I mean it is easy for me to put on a show and be co*ky... Or I could show you some really fancy movement But to express oneself honestly, not lying to oneself And to express myself honestly-- Now that, my friend, is very hard to do." Like sands through the hourgla**, so are the days of our lives And for that live moment we thrive Awakenings, as we make the dead come alive Rise and walk my son, come into the light Inside the dark we illuminate mics Give knowledge to mediocre, the wheel to neanderthal Filter to the the smog, digital to an*log We steady advancing, rhyme enhancing Simple minds can't keep up with this {​Verse 1: Senim Silla}​ Dig - I'ma put it on the table I ain't a thug n***a and playa, I ain't playful I'm just Senim Silla, man without label Standing on my own two, you're trying to stay stable Speaking what I know to only what I'm able I ain't the kind of guy who carry on for dough The material cat who walk around for show I'm just your everyday, merry way joe on the go While others go with the flow I ain't never been the one to follow trend, I do my own bit Can't keep up with the Joneses, I'm on my own sh** I don't care what you drink, what you stress How you dress, or where you got the link; I ain't impressed These lames run around like mice in a maze Trying to get up on cheese, it's just a rat race One of Shaytan's schemes to make man worship things Over The Supreme Being, or Astafullah Should I join the hypocrites? Or side with the s**ers by choice It makes no difference That y'all product of environment, it's just coincidence The world's a violent place baby, there ain't no more innocence, or civil men or penatence Just ignorance cats don't know right from wrong They mimic sh** they see on TV or hear in a song What that tell you they on? A s**er act up every minute The righteous live on but the the n***as are infinite [Verse 2: One Be Lo] I ain't hardcore, I don't pack a 9 millimeter Most of y'all gangsta rappers ain't hardcore neither Whoever get mad then I'm talkin' 'bout you Claim you fear no man but never walk without crew Where I'm from, your reputation don't mean jack So what you pack gats and you sell fiend's crack You ain't big time My man, you ain't no different from the next cat in my neighborhood who did time Rhyme after rhyme it's the same topic What make you think you;re hardcore cause you was raised in the projects Broke a** finally got a hundred in your pocket Now you on the mic spitting money's no object What you say is bullcrap If you wasn't with your crew and wasn't drunk off the brew Would you still pull gats? You need to stop frontin' Or you're headed for self destruction Yeah, today's topic is self-destruction I ain't talkin' 'bout the KRS-One discussion I'm talkin' 'bout the one too many ignorant s**ers Lying on the mic to my sisters and brothers Every time you listen to the radio, all you hear is nonsense They never play the bomb sh** Everything that glitters ain't gold And every gold record don't glitter that's for damn sure [Scratching Voices] "Y'all need to be cool as sh**" "Time to kick sh** from the heart" "Y'all rambling on, and ain't sayin' nothing" "I'm busy in the mind" "I won't dwell on that, I think I'll elevate my mental" "When I talk, I know I'm talking for Hip Hoppers all around" [Interlude] Yo, see cats got confused somewhere man (confused) About what hip-hop was, you know what I'm sayin' Or what hip-hop is, (it's business yo) you know it It's all business (its big money, know what I'm sayin' that's all these cats about) You know that's bullsh**, right? That's n***a talk, n***a talk But if you want to make money yo, I got it broke down though I got it broke down, (break it down yo) You got hip-hop, then you got hip-pop Hip-pop? (hip-pop) Alright, (but a lot of cats want pop) Yes, (know what I'm sayin') It used to be real hip You got the top 40 version of hip-hop I still got something else, something else that I wanna get off my chest What? (know what I'm sayin'?) [Verse 3: One Be Lo] How many cats you know speak the illegit rhyme after rhyme diligent? 85 percent represent ignorant Either you innocent or guilty Some of my favorite emcees fell off It damn near k**ed me Looking at the kids that was true hip-hop Nowadays, them cats don't even do hip-hop Rap got 'em brainwashed with cats that don't last And five minutes of fame, that's when it's a shame Seeing real emcees trying to imitate rappers If you ask me they going out a** backwards Trading in respect to push a fat Lex Puff rhyming on the remix, what's next? It hurts so bad I wanna smack 'em My favorite crew members break up turn around and join whack ones This is dedicated to you hip-hop hypocrites Driving whack songs like you don't give a sh** I ain't got nothing against nobody trying to make a decent living It ain't the money that's the issue Only if that's the reason why these cats are making decent music That's when I got beef with you And I'ma break it to you like never Go ahead, call me player hater if it make you feel better Try to jump my crew if you cats feel froggy You need to wake up and smell the damn coffee