[Intro]
-Ayo whatsup, where's your DJ?
-Dafuq do you mean "Where’s my DJ?"
-What do you mean a DJ? You know what a DJ is! Where's your DJ at?
-I don't need a fucking DJ. That’s too much money out of my goddamn pockets - that means I'm gonna be broke. Not gonna have no goddamn money or anything. Fuck that!
-Yo, you need to get yourself a DJ [?] What's up with that?
-Yo, fuck that. What the hell I mean that shit for? I got me myself and my rhymes, aight?
[Verse]
Ay [?] once told me: "Rap is the business and hip-hop is the culture for cultivation of an oppressed expression for mind stimulation yet the elements, or elementary degrees vary from clothes to lyrical flows and backspins to cutting and scratching. Or even just relaxing to a live, take you wanna joy a ride type of vibe, but can be created through our art forms, express through our songs, while devoted to keeping hip-hop strong"
But if hip-hop is indeed a culture, our culture
Then why is our foundation slowly breaking, breaking and drifting down the bottomless abyss?
We have allowed our foundation to be manipulated, raped and given back to us in a form we can not quite call our own
Without an equilibrium, our four main ingredients:
MCing, DJing, B-Boying, Graffing
Have been lost and get found
Within a quote unquote "Rap-shuffle"
On a 2 fold card that MC and a DJ [?]hand in hand
Across the Hip-Hop land
But now that MC works with an electronic device
Uses slate of demise of the turntablist, turntablist, turntablist...the turntablist is the guy [?]
Using their turntables as the instruments
They incorporate sound bits to make my head split
From the symphonic delivery
A musical entity that lives infinitely
Turntablist that has created turbulence withing hip-hop circumference [?]
Roc Raida swifting his [?]
Towards the crowd into a zone
Takes me back away from home
I'm going back to Cali
While these spins [?] and manipulates the turntables to take us into his room
Where he annihilates our competition
Like Nas - It Was Written
The beat juggling precision
So now I'm gonna make it real funky for you
With that "laid back mellow my man" type rhythm
Which rhymes with so delicately, but forcefully
Illustrates the jazz fusion
Is Brooklyn in the house? [?]
With quick hands and [?] patterns [?] puts the flavor in our ears
Can't you hear?
Mista Sinista the innovative change-the-pace type of melody funky in his expression
Swap routine keeps the crowd want it more, and more, and more
Well though different they are the same
Dedicated to bring the Hip-Hop to a higher plane
Never allowing to fall victim, to the corrupt system
Divines this...this...culture
(YO!) [?]
They shout to the Anommalys crew and of course The X-Man
Peace!
Poetry In Motion was produced by Mista Sinista & Roc Raida & Total Eclipse & Rob Swift.
The X-Ecutioners released Poetry In Motion on Tue Sep 23 1997.