recently i've been reading the complete keats
but coming up three nothing compares to these beats
these street symphonies this bittersweet poetry
it flows so beautifully; there's truth in these tracks
these emcees speak facts while these djs scratch
i'm going back to my roots cos i'm sick of the culture
hip hop is wisdom even if shakespeare is older
it's still poets pushing the same boulders
bearing the same burden on the same shoulders
it's the curse of the wordsmith from sonnets to spits
from vintage claret to fat spliffs
mozart was an artist just like nas is
and creativity always creates martyrs
just ask the masters the prophets
the philosophers the faceless bar staff
freestyling while they're cleaning the glasses
dreaming of catching a break and sipping champagne
in the name of hip hop
from tupac all the way back to kerouac
from a life in a backpack to a gat in the back of black SUV
from running the streets to cotching and bunning some weed
i'm beginning to see that beethoven woulda collaborated with aim
if he had of been composing today because it's all the same
it's all part of the chain
we could never to even begin claim that the records we play to today...
the roots from which we grow to the creative seeds which we sow...
we could never claim that they ain't affected by the greats in some way


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