Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Elegy, artist - J. Rawls. Date of issue: 15.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |