Just to clear the troublesome confusion away
If your style’s dope, I’m pharmaceutical grade
Giving musical bruises to muses you should obey
I don’t care about your past, what are you doing today?
It’s unusual. Assaults result in crucial decay
If you’ve yet to hear about it then it’s soon to amaze
I’m setting them all afire with a beautiful blaze
A frugal brigade is packed in find a suitable grave
I’m busting up ears with irrefutable ways
The last cat who tried to use his brutal noodle was dazed
Taking a rocky road and then I smooth the terrain
Abusing frames followed by a removal of brains
And that’s just for starters, never mind the bench players
Or the coach, general manager, owner and all the temp waiters
My prerogative to throttle with the livest homonyms
I’m anonymous and kind of ominous, saliva slobbering
Slicing mic tykes to teeny lumps in lava lamps
Itemized lives, needy punk copping grams
Lancing livers of river dancing idiots
Hands’ meridian, canceling tramps with wittiness
Plan to expand the oblivion in cyclones
Let the echoes die down in the ground with the dry bones
…and that’s what I’ve known
Welcome to the big top, ringer leader included
Lions and tigers arrive to the music
Get your hot dogs and popcorn a hot storm
Far from your local mom and pop store, we got more
Viacom has violated pacts, I try to stay the path
Gearing up for battle with a rime array that’s vast
I’ve debated cats and nothing came of it but lost breath
The name of hip-hop debt that cost caustic reps
So tossed off the decks goes the replaying DJ
Giving you that three day cliche
Sad when Mitsubushi is the one breaking new music
Small wonder my enthusiasm died, spin in a blues lick
A trail of poisoned breadcrumbs lining newbie eardrums
How are kids going to track rap back to fierce tongues?
It’s going to be hard if they don’t hear some in the mix
But there’s only one Little Brother Radio, that’s it
And it’s not just a case relating simply to rap
It’s all musical genres gone and gimmickry packed
Stations paying fees to download and play the same streams
I’m glad I had YO! Back in the day to help me paint dreams
But what’s on the screen now is vapid volunteers
Eyeliner bangs of sorrow serenading solemn ears
The movement against becomes the latest to franchise
Co-opted for a sponsorship, plotting to plant vibes
Hands tied hand over the fist for momentary riches
A Doberman decision’s hidden, so they vary visits
With various images
Welcome to the big top, ringer leader included
Lions and tigers arrive to the music
Get your hot dogs and popcorn a hot storm
Far from your local mom and pop store, we got more
Much, much…much…more
credits
from Just Might Be,
released March 18, 2013
enoch root
Started following Juga-Naut upon hearing him break down life and rap relating to Kool G Rap on Crate808 and I've been a fan since. Wordplay, skill, the dope backdrops, what's not to love? Sankofa