| It’s after me It won’t stop attackin me Everywhere I look I see hip-hop blasphemy
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| Im runnin down the street in the middle of the night
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| Ill never loose sight
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| I forever will fight
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| Why is it after me Why does it haffta be So hard to actually
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| Be an emcee
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| Commercial hip hop
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| Just wont stop
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| Im runnin so hard
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| But it just wont drop
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| I duck in the alley catch my breath count to ten
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| Open up the source and there it is again
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| Starrin me rite in the eye
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| Keep regenerating so I no it wont die
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| I throw the magazine
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| Look around the corner coast is clean
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| I take off running
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| Looking like a dope fiend
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| The commercial industry daemon
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| Started screamin
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| Im out of breath
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| Barely breathin
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| Theres must be a way to end this madness
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| At least knock him out for the count at best
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| I dash into a record store tryin to avoid him
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| Some other kids have tried but never destroyed him
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| I check the stores top 20 see what they got
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| There he is again and he’s got the number 1 spot
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| I jet, covered in sweat, drippin wet
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| Kickin gear faster then a turbo vett |
| Im runnin hard
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| From this daemon disease
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| But it doesn’t come at ease
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| When you
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| The malls commin up on my rite hand side
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| I figure inside
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| It be easy to hide
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| I make my way in this mad crowded place
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| Everybody’s more concerned with this diamonds face
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| I exit the mall
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| Leave the back way
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| Cant take it longer I been runnin all day
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| I managed to make it to the subway
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| But the daemons gaining on me so I cant stay
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| Im runnin as fast as I can
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| I pause for a second and pull out a blue paint can
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| I begin taggin graffiti on the wall
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| As I keep griming the daemon starts to fall
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| Looks like he cant take real hip hop
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| Looks like I found out what makes the daemon drop
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| Keep burning till the wall it lit
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| And that’s it My tag reads BENEFIT
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| I ran out of pain just I was gonna do him in I betta run the daemons getting up again
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| I exit the sub way back to the streets
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| Off in the distance I hear some dope beats
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| I run towards the music I think im gonna loose it Im runnin so hard the my feet start bruising
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| I see glimpses
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| I drop to the ground and start break dancing |
| The daemon slows down
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| I pop into a stall
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| I do a windmill and the daemon starts to fall
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| Looks like it cant take real hip hop
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| Looks like I found out what makes the daemon drop
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| Imma keep breakin
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| Cept legs start shakin
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| I gotta stop cuz my body cant take it I get up Start runnin again
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| The daemon does the same guess this will never end
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| Still I hear the music that I heard before
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| And if commin from a hip hoop record store
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| I make it to the side and see ruckus adds
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| They got 2 turntables and 2 scratch pads
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| I jump behind the techniques and rip it indeed
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| I tear up the records till both of my hands bleed
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| Daemon fell hard that commercial thug
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| But I had to stop scratchin there was too much blood
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| I went through 3 elements the daemon still thrillin
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| Now I cant believe all the blood that im spillin
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| The daemon gets back up on his feet
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| I grab in instrumental record and put on a dope beat
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| I cant run any more no energy
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| So I grab a mike and scream
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| Daemon come battle me I started spittin out metaphors rite and left |
| I told him that he needs to start bitin less
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| I told him he needs to come original
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| I told him that hip hop this is critical
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| Started shaking couldn’t take it any more
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| Heart stopped beating and he fell to the floor
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| Looks like I found out what made him drop
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| And that was the end of commercial hip hop |