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Sharper Than Knives

from The Tortoise Hustle by Sankofa

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This track covers my thoughts about the local scene. I went through a lot of titles until coming up with a reference to an INXS lyric from Devil Inside.

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I’m here to speak volumes past decibel measures
you won’t hear me shouting about the lessers and stressors
But this situation needs be properly addressed
Zip code, ripped shows instead of property of rep
Got to be in step, making music, friends then having fun
Or Watch conflict ramp up until a stabbing comes
Look, None of us here are raking in the monster bucks
So why do we do it? Love of the music, trust
Different paths to the same goal but some cast stones
A green eyed bandit standing in the blast zone
And that gnome is making a mess at the midwive’s
Trying to give birth to a scene, but then the fists fly
The baby’s dropped on its head as the parents argue
Too busy pointing fingers to watch the kid starve, blue
Now that little skeleton's paraded by one side
And some guys are left tongue tied, and I ask "why?"

They’ll wish you well until you succeed
And then the winds change, seems strange but it’s truth indeed
Used to be supportive, before your tracks got props
And now it’s bickering, everyday non stop

Grudges are getting mistaken for collector’s items
Bereft of guidance, left awaiting on a stress reliance
An edifying set of blinders
Bust a war parading in the festive guidance
must abort the wretched test of tyrants
Never mind the best advice is free, everything is paid for
Incestuous rape occurs and hate scores
I pace floors, wearing crooked ovals into the carpets
The happy stay quiet, malcontents spit in the darkness
A bitter bit of the carcass, hearkening back to golden ages
But now everybody raps, some patrol the stages
Old and gray with soul to spray or young and upcoming
Bystanders fester, envy is their pus running
Backhanded compliments their stock and trade, locked away
What got props a week back is getting mocked today
I’ve got to say those anchors grow rusty and then the boats drift
sliding scales of short term memory making dopeness

They’ll wish you well until you succeed
And then the winds change, seems strange but it’s truth indeed
Used to be supportive, before your tracks got props
And now it’s bickering, everyday non stop

Shreds of old beef displayed in the butcher windows
Proof of their existence, sitting in the grim rows
the meat attracts flies, grows moldy and stays there
No need to rap wise, go on selling those hate wares
Perpetuating a rotten corpse for a reason without reason
Time for the cleansing, devout season
heads seeking nutrients find the food and eat it up
Infected by maggots a'turning in their weakened guts
A neat elitist club, accidental flea freezes, they beat it up
Freestyles never free enough, so better leagues erupt
Pedigree is such, befriending me for what?
Imagining their enemies adjust instead of making dope tracks
Booking shows that are so packed new kids mingle with old cats
I’m talking soul claps, no prozac, low and high budget clothed cats
both flow, packed with a passion

They’ll wish you well until you succeed
And then the winds change, seems strange but it’s truth indeed
Used to be supportive, before your tracks got props
And now it’s bickering, everyday non stop

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from The Tortoise Hustle, released September 8, 2008
Beat by El Keter for imageyenation.com

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My rhymes kick in like a turbobooster.

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