Hip Hop goes to Trial ..

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Oct 18, 2004
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Peace,

Good morning fam. Was any of you ever doing something totally random and all of the sudden straight out of no where this whole Poem or piece flashes in your head and you felt the need to grab a pencile and paper and just transulate your thoughts .. and you were sooo inspired it took you like 3 minutes .. well this is what this piece is .. transulation of my thoughts ..

Hip Hop's Trial by Classick

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Hip Hop.
Community has pressed charges of influencing the follwing :
1,424,289 Violence cases this year.
15,517 Murders.
90,186 Forcible rapes.
407,842 Robberies.
The expansion of narcotics.
Continuous Racism.
Misogyny.
Early pregnancies.
Abortions.
Greed.
Dishonesty.
Hate.
as the List goes on.

What do you have to say for yourself ?

I am Hip Hop.
I was misused, framed and abused.
I was setup. Allow me to explain, please.

I am Hip Hop.
I speak with elocute words.
I am the microphone, speakers and headphones. The tongue and ears.
I am the worldwide meeting of souls.
The prophet of music. The messenger.
The Spice of Life.
The door to existance.
The image of creativity and knowledge.
The destroyer of ignorance.
The guide to the misguided.
I am the truth.
The influence to this youth.
The liberator of Minds.
The constant lightbulb over your head.
The Key to dreams.
I am the past, present and future.
I am Math and History.
Psychology, Philosophy, Literature, and Art.
I am Reality slash Fantasy.

I am Hip Hop.
Innocent.
There for I plea
Not Guilty.

My witness is this artist and his songs.
This producer and his beats.
This poet and his words.
This DJ and his records.
This painter and his graffiti.
This B-boy and his movements.
Let us all speak under one microphone and tell them who is Hip Hop.
Hip Hop has given us a way to live.
A Dream to possess.
A path, a shortcut to people's hearts.
A Gate to transmit the deepest feelings.
An opportunity to explain the point of view.
The Voice in which we spoke.
Hip Hop Gave us and never took.

Perhaps it was Community's fault.
THEY spoke about Glocks and guns.
THEY spoke about Burning Lungs.
THEY spoke about Gold and Diamonds.
THEY spoke about Pride in confinement.
THEY spoke about Sex and deception to females.
THEY incuraged the loss of self respect, partial nudity and indecency of women.
THEY influenced intoxication and overdosing.
THEY influenced Gangsterism, barbarism, terrorism, and all the other primative isms.
THEY fed the hidden ego's and turned human into a raging monster.
THEY are the reason why MAN confused BOY.
THEY are guilty because .. well ..
THEY are Hip Hop.
Now what do you have to say for yourself Community ?
Because the fingers are pointed at you.

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Conclusion : Hip Hop, Music, poetry .. are all Forms to communicate to other people worldwide .. music represents US not the otherway around .. So what ever we provide as an artist .. or support as a fan is a reflection of what we stand for .. our morals and goals ..so basicaly WE are music.

Feedback would be appreciated ..

Peace ..
 
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wow... this may have been a good peice... needs some work... some of it seems a bit played and unoriginal... could have been worded in ways never worded... sounds fimiliar to everything everyone says about comercial rap... try to show some new revelations and bring new innovations... this is a good idea, that could have been done better...
 
Oct 14, 2004
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I like that Classick iam going to add.

In a death stance it was my last chance to appeal to the masses/
But they were to busy dissing and cleaning their glasses/
To notice my body being burnt to ashes/
It was in this dust that I began to grow in power/
This was it my final hour time to make fakes cower/
From the night arose a light to blind the masses sight/
With a slight of hand I became a man to invoke the Skill of flow/
Savonarola The Arkhetype was here to let them know the deceit and lies/
I burned there villiges and melted their eyes all to see the sight of pain/
In my membrane there is lyrical speed that thinks high like weed/
Contains Nutrients like a seed because its off Hip-Hop I feed/
Iam Hip-Hop in the flesh risen like a Phoniex to destroy the fakes/
Ill damn you to hell the minute they have your wake....