Lyrics Elegy - J. Rawls, RUBIX

Elegy

Yo, here we are
Living in the, last days
Sparking it like the lone cats
Ya know, bout to do it like this
Dear loved ones, we’re here to commemorate the memory of the mc
Who we loved him very dearly
Who was as nice as could be
Clearly
If it happened in reality
They’d put it in words, fearly
And that could graph there bravery
I’m corner stones of blueprint for fighting hypocrisy
It takes nothing more than mere words to give it proper testimony
Popping and breaking, missed the ceremony
I remember when it didn’t matter if you was fat or you was bony
I remember when it was about the love, not about the money
Now honey was something you call your shorty
Before the magazines when niggas was using words that’s derogatory
I even hear some sisters use it in glory
They buggin
It’s like we entered a contest to see which ones the more ugly
Strange phenomenon that needs investigating
My mother and skully
Cheers drunk like orgies sippin or bubbly
Drinkin away our problems
Like that’s gonna solve them
While life in the world, continue with revolving
I wrote this eulogy to get some resolvement
But if this don’t work police expectations to get some involvement
Travel with pens
Write a script across the universe
Travel with pens
So I can write a universe
For niggas with real skills, real rhyme, get no real time
That’s why we gotta
Travel with pens
We travel with pens
Write a script across the universe
Travel with pens
So I can write a universe
For niggas with real skills, real rhyme, get no real time
That’s why we gotta
Travel with skills
In the beginning, no one heard what they were saying
But they loved going to the parties that they be playin
Love the combination of MCing and DJing
The golden rule of imitating or lying
In other words no biting
At Wingate park at 81, eight years later I started writing
Doing all that time was the journey towards enlightenment
Love with girls and fights with men
That’s part of the balance that made MCing interesting
All I thought was grabbing a mic and dropping a gem
A crowd would sing a long like a church hymn
Seemed like a dream worth realizing
Now it’s differed by label exec’s capitalizing
Politicizing and merchandising
And gross is the only prophet that they baptized in
Put em through the trial of fire to sanitize them
And if they resist we downsize them
Corp emerge then neutralize them
I use caution
Combined with intellectualism for resurrection
The corpse is too hot use cool words from my selection
The process about to begin is as ancient as mummification
A ritual deep in method of
Free or written verse is all in means of documentation
Days of our future past through everyday situations
Son I know, there’s nothing that should be left up to speculation
Study the pentameter, increase your flotation
With the same old lame rhyme and beat, stagnation
MC’s like me rebirth the art of alliteration
We shine like headlights in a funeral possession
You’ll be the loser in a head to head competition of mutual aggression