Plantation Rhymes (Runaway Mix)

Yeah it's time to slow it down a little somethin'... 'nmsayin, get a little smooth with it, light the scented candles, dim the lights, 'sayin, break out the lingerie for your girl, 'sayin nibble on a few toenails...

Cultural abandonment, warming planets, no second language
Nuclear dominance, broken family, lack of human understanding
Methamphetamine, drunk driving, crashed the car in the embankment
Killin' innocent children, ethnic cleansing, senate house lies
Corrupted lead, excess greed, political allies
For those who vanish or waste away for some profound thought too late
Plantation rhymes, 'cause most of you MCs rhyme like slaves
Baby face, soaked in ink, duckin' out for drink
Procrastination, poor public education, national strategic defenses
Lobbyists with special interests, legislative oversights
Smoke and mirrors, famine, arrogance, controlled deception
Unknown branches of government, blue lodges, paid protection
Gentrification, WTO economic globalization
Third world enslavement, secret handshakes, assassinations
A prayer to overstand, silent cries in the dark
Urban battlefields, cocaine, adrenaline shots in the heart
Cali gangs in New York, life imitating art
For those who vanish or waste away for some profound thought too late
It's plantation time, 'cause most of you MCs rhyme like slaves
Baby face, soaked in ink, duckin' out for drink
Crazy jewels around the neck, the black range got two Playstations
Hangin' out at the latest mall trying to get spotted, enjoyin' being famous
That shiny glamorous style depress your fellow entertainers
Step this way, it'll be certain there'll be drama that you facin'
You need to trade in that diamond Cartier and invest in your people's salvation
Plantation time 'cause most of you MCs are not hip hop
Suckin' this industry hard, bitin' styles and ridin' jocks
That weak two-bit [?] suburban style don't even knock
You tryin' to act like you cowboy runnin' through the wildest Bronx blocks
So fine disco agent [?] adjacent
Thousands came before you to lay the foundation of what you claimin'
Way before it was even known or called hip hop
It was Priest Sweet Skylar, Fast Eddie, Turban One and Turok
Dead Leg, SJK, [?]
While you would urinate in your diapers Cliff and AFX was killin' spots
Clyde, Hoax 62, Charmin Toxic [?]
Too bad, too deadly, too chill, too nice, doom incisor
P13 Airborn [?] and Spicer
Sniper, the flyest names around you couldn't lose
There was Arson, Fief, Soda, bonanza sweet crews

Who's that creeping up eerily from behind?
Negative equation can't compete with the paramount, the unkind
The unseen fellow when [?] blue green and yellow
[?]
Get battled with ridiculous lyrical speed, you wouldn't dodge it
Be struck fantastic, I gamma ray your outfit
You're like an infant up in the medicine cabinet, creeping for something to tamper
Open it up see me [?] transfer
Scamper, Jus got death ray treats for your holster
My street team tears [?] subway posters
Believe me your crew will get steam rollered, test me
You'll be flatter than a two-week-old left-open Pepsi
Cheers to everlasting Gobstopper Altoid
It's time to get p-noid, we huntin' for fake B-boys
We got the duck calls and decoys, quack
We got the duck calls and decoys