this goes out to the the soul enfused samples
mcs who lacked fear all bariers were trampled
guest mcs werent used for angles
u peeped the cds undergarment to check the armourment
the suprise posse track rocked ur apartment
dudes from the crazy metaphor department
words swifter than broadband no frills like rock bands
microphone left glowing on mic stands
from reality quotes which we could relate to and understand
true artists who competed to be iller like viruses
you could feel it through the speaker and your sinuses
the sadness is when music and wealth wed
they fuck and cant stay out of bed
thats why torch bearers say hip hop is dead ....