Im on the run Its after me, It wont stop attacking me Everywhere I look, I see HipHop blasphemy Im running down the street in the middle of the night Ill never loose sight, I forever will fight Why is it after me? Why does it have to be So hard to actually Be an emcee? Commercial HipHop just wont stop Im running so hard but it just wont drop I duck in the alley catch my breath count to ten Open up The Source and there it is again Starring me right in the eye Computer generated so I know it wont die I throw the magazine, look around the corner, coast is clean I take off running, looking like a dope fiend The commercial industry demon Started screaming Im out of breath, barely breathing Theres gotta be a way to end this madness At least knock him out for the count at best I dash into a record store trying to avoid him Some other kids have tried but never destroyed him I check the stores top 20 see what they got There he is again and hes got the number 1 spot I jet, covered in sweat, dripping wet Kick in gear faster then a Turbo Vette I run hard from this demon disease But it doesnt come at ease when you run in in Wallabees The malls coming up on my right hand side I figure inside itd be easy to hide I make my way in this mad crowded place Everybodys rocking shirts with the demons face I exit the mall, leave the back way Cant take it longer I been running all day I manage to make it to the subway But the demons gaining on me so I cant stay Im running as fast as I can I pause for a second, pull out my royal blue paint can I begin tagging graffiti on the wall As I keep bombing, the demon starts to fall Looks like he cant take real HipHop Looks like I found out what makes the demon drop Keep burning till the wall it lit, and thats it My tag reads BENEFIT I ran out of paint just I was gonna do him in I better run, the demons getting up again I exit the subway, back to the streets Off in the distance I hear some dope beats I run towards the music, I think Im gonna lose it Im running so hard the my feet start bruising I see glimpses I drop to the ground and start breakdancing The demon slows down, I pop into a stall I do a windmill and the demon starts to fall Looks like it cant take real HipHop Looks like I found out what makes the demon drop I keep breaking til my legs start shaking I gotta stop cause my body cant take it I get up, Start running again The demon does the same guess this will never end I Still hear the music that I heard before And its coming from a HipHop record store I make it to the side and see ruckus adds They got 2 turntables and 2 scratch pads I jump behind the techniques and rip it indeed I tear up the records till both of my hands bleed The demon fell hard, that commercial thug But I had to stop scratching there was too much blood I went through 3 elements, the demons still drilling Now I cant believe all the blood that Im spilling The demon gets back up on his feet I grab an instrumental record and put on a dope beat I cant run anymore, no energy So I grab a mic and scream Demon, come battle me! I started spitting out metaphors right and left I told him that he needs to start biting less I told him he needs to come original I told him in HipHop, this is critical He started shaking, he couldnt take it any more His heart stopped beating and he fell to the floor Looks like I found out what made him drop And that was the end of commercial HipHop
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