paroles de chanson The Music (Intro) - Bishop Nehru

To me, from the musical aspect, hip-hop is going in the direction, where
It's like, almost damn near 100 percent on everything, besides the music
Like what you look like, the sound of your name to, what you're wearing, whatever intoxicants you Choose to put in your body

To, you know, everything except for what the music sounds like
The mask is really a testament to yo, it's not about none of that, It's straight about the wreck
You know what I'm saying? like
You could be any color, or whatever, you know what I'm saying?

The mask represents just everybody, you know what I'm saying?
Yo, nothing matters, the brand of clothing, none of that matters
It just matters how you spit and the beats
If the beats is raw, then that's what it's about

I say, the world ain't safe for me to live in
I'm only sixteen, so this shit just the beginning
I should be in the world, trying to find a fine tuition
Instead of running around, following intuition

While others mention Nehru's name, cause the kid grew fame
Planting the seed and grew a tree, so when he blew through lanes
Lames would look saying he took, and threw it off the top floor
Now, whores want more of my balls and bronsons

While thongs are flying at a nigga, from a distance
This hipster kid is thinking about how to diss this
Master a sentence is my commission
Gets larger, and the starters are ready to throw big fits

Its misfit, we get shit around christmas
His wishlist, is much more than what Saint Nick dished
But get this, he always showed his mom a smile
Cause, she was up for awhile, wrapping presents for her child

Meanwhile, in his head
He's thinking about the bread
And trying to get ahead
While others searching for heads

Never selling them meds
I'm making tracks instead
Most shooting the leads
Not knowing they could of lead

They're community to unity
They'd rather cut like truancy
He using me to get yourself know
But, this ain't new to me

In my eulogy they'll be songs
About how they used to be
Before I killed them musically
My talents leaving gruesome scenes, leaving gruesome scenes

In my eulogy they'll be songs, about how they used to be
Before I killed them Musically
My talents leaving gruesome seams

In my eulogy they'll be songs, about how they used to be
Before I killed them Musically
My talents leaving gruesome seams