Internal Rhyme/ "The Channel"
Posted: Monday, December 31, 2007
by Robin Brown
Good Evening, ladies and gentlemen
and welcome to the Lyrical Channel
24-7-365
coming to you live
with style and a smile all the while
spittin' prime time Internal Rhyme
pretty much all the time
just to redirect the disrespect and shame
and welcome to the Lyrical Channel
24-7-365
coming to you live
with style and a smile all the while
spittin' prime time Internal Rhyme
pretty much all the time
just to redirect the disrespect and shame
that we blame the rap and rhyme game for
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2
1
Spit it, slam it, rap it ‘til it's done
Spit it, slam it
without the guns,
guns, guns, guns, guns
lies, lies, lies lies,
theft,
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2
1
Spit it, slam it, rap it ‘til it's done
Spit it, slam it
without the guns,
guns, guns, guns, guns
lies, lies, lies lies,
theft,
dissin' chicks
gangs and clicks
things that bling
thugs and drugs... arghhh!
Now,
this is what we're fed each day
by those who find the need to say
words of chaos and pain
just to make themselves
fat fat fat fat fat so,
yo!
Check it, homes,
you be down with that... though
so,
whata ya think, bro?
Ya think it's time...
for a little slam rhyme show
so we can know
how to rap
and close that gap
of chaos and pain
within our brains
to engrain and gain
a strain
of love within, hmmm?
Well,
here's the spin
so, take it in
it's all built in
right here within
cuz you're listening to the Lyrical Channel 24-7-365
comin' to you live with syle
Now,
this is what we're fed each day
by those who find the need to say
words of chaos and pain
just to make themselves
fat fat fat fat fat so,
yo!
Check it, homes,
you be down with that... though
so,
whata ya think, bro?
Ya think it's time...
for a little slam rhyme show
so we can know
how to rap
and close that gap
of chaos and pain
within our brains
to engrain and gain
a strain
of love within, hmmm?
Well,
here's the spin
so, take it in
it's all built in
right here within
cuz you're listening to the Lyrical Channel 24-7-365
comin' to you live with syle
and a smile, all the while
spittin' primetime Internal Rhyme
pretty much all the time
just to resurrect with respect
spittin' primetime Internal Rhyme
pretty much all the time
just to resurrect with respect
I have for the rap and rhyme game!
Ladies and gentlemen,
those forgiven abusive memories
Ladies and gentlemen,
those forgiven abusive memories
clears the drain on memory lane
and for those who strain to face that pain,
will find their minds in the present state
to elevate and substantiate their existence
without resistance to their past
yet
some...
cast that shadow of pain
from which they gained
by walking a path of wrath
and ignoring that process of thought
meant to be taught
meant to be taught
meant to be taught and brought
to the forefront of the conscious mind
to define and remind oneself of those we touch
and not so much as with our words as such
but with a sense of healing
without the wheeling, dealing
or compromising of simple feeling.
But here we stand
as we all walk hand in hand
with those men
and for those who strain to face that pain,
will find their minds in the present state
to elevate and substantiate their existence
without resistance to their past
yet
some...
cast that shadow of pain
from which they gained
by walking a path of wrath
and ignoring that process of thought
meant to be taught
meant to be taught
meant to be taught and brought
to the forefront of the conscious mind
to define and remind oneself of those we touch
and not so much as with our words as such
but with a sense of healing
without the wheeling, dealing
or compromising of simple feeling.
But here we stand
as we all walk hand in hand
with those men
that can...
subject and correct as they direct to effect
the process of those
who pose to close they're eyes to that love within
all the while loosing that respect for one another again
as that love from above upon the wing of the dove
cannot land
to reprimand
‘til the hand of the man
‘til the hand of the man
can comprehend and understand
his own
contraband!
Uh-huh!
Let us pray...
To Big and Tu Pac, if you will,
to respect those words
words, words... words
that
KILL!
Father,
these men knew the rhyme before it's time
to leave their life before their prime, Amen
or you can talk to Will Smith or Dr. Dre,
they in their time of knowing consequences of a simple rhyme
or Yo! You can speak with Jay Z,
he knows his bit
he's wiped his harsh thoughts of counterfeits
and I'm not speakin' 'bout
those bogus bejamins, my friends...
NO SIR!
I'm talkin' ‘bout that universal
ever-popular
unconscious...
yes sirrrrrrrr!
unmitigated and expanded spiritual IGNORANCE...
and guess what?
subject and correct as they direct to effect
the process of those
who pose to close they're eyes to that love within
all the while loosing that respect for one another again
as that love from above upon the wing of the dove
cannot land
to reprimand
‘til the hand of the man
‘til the hand of the man
can comprehend and understand
his own
contraband!
Uh-huh!
Let us pray...
To Big and Tu Pac, if you will,
to respect those words
words, words... words
that
KILL!
Father,
these men knew the rhyme before it's time
to leave their life before their prime, Amen
or you can talk to Will Smith or Dr. Dre,
they in their time of knowing consequences of a simple rhyme
or Yo! You can speak with Jay Z,
he knows his bit
he's wiped his harsh thoughts of counterfeits
and I'm not speakin' 'bout
those bogus bejamins, my friends...
NO SIR!
I'm talkin' ‘bout that universal
ever-popular
unconscious...
yes sirrrrrrrr!
unmitigated and expanded spiritual IGNORANCE...
and guess what?
It's baaaack!
Again...
So, there ya go my rapper friends
read this
Again...
So, there ya go my rapper friends
read this
for it's time to reap
for it's not too deep
to understand God's simple demand
to expand your mind for all man-kind
and help remind the non-aligned
to find the colorblind within the mind
cuz
Mary had that little lamb
you 'member this one, don't cha?
influenced from head to toe
and everywhere that Mary went
and everywhere that Mary went
her lambs
her lambs
were conditioned
conditioned
to go!
YO!
Bothers and sisters come on...
we can make our rhyme for a simple dime
but know our slime rhyme will fall in time
for the paradigm
for it's not too deep
to understand God's simple demand
to expand your mind for all man-kind
and help remind the non-aligned
to find the colorblind within the mind
cuz
Mary had that little lamb
you 'member this one, don't cha?
influenced from head to toe
and everywhere that Mary went
and everywhere that Mary went
her lambs
her lambs
were conditioned
conditioned
to go!
YO!
Bothers and sisters come on...
we can make our rhyme for a simple dime
but know our slime rhyme will fall in time
for the paradigm
of rap today
will fall away...
as simple prey
somehow
someway
someday
without dismay...
and leaving air play...
to a pathway
of care!
So Be-Ware of what you share
as you declare
this nightmare
of despair
in your attempt to bare the flair
of a millionaire!
Well,
now we're done son
now ya know, bro
it's just us
to beat and to defeat
cuz this gangster rap conceit is obsolete
Hah!
break it down!
We be around,
We own this rhyme on solid ground
and in your dog pound
and in your dog pound
you be just a pup
so, hook-up blood
when you grow up,
cuz we be off,
fired off!
Our minds be firin' double time to double rhyme
but here's the crime
it won't slow down
it's double trouble
double trouble
double trouble, Barney Rubble.
We be magnifyin' rhyme just like Hubbell!
"Who's Hubble?"
The telescope?
"Oh!"
See it won't stop,
it just won't quit!
We be burnin' our own pants
just to make ourselves dance
just by magnifyin' IT!
Our brains be trained to rearrange thangs
without the strain
yet the chaos and pain remains
from runnin' thangs
over and over in the brain
burstin' blood vessels
just ta train the dang thang!
Cuz we-be-yo-mi-graine
a slang gang bang!
A high octane campaign
of slammin' Rhyme
all the time
just to resurrect the respect
will fall away...
as simple prey
somehow
someway
someday
without dismay...
and leaving air play...
to a pathway
of care!
So Be-Ware of what you share
as you declare
this nightmare
of despair
in your attempt to bare the flair
of a millionaire!
Well,
now we're done son
now ya know, bro
it's just us
to beat and to defeat
cuz this gangster rap conceit is obsolete
Hah!
break it down!
We be around,
We own this rhyme on solid ground
and in your dog pound
and in your dog pound
you be just a pup
so, hook-up blood
when you grow up,
cuz we be off,
fired off!
Our minds be firin' double time to double rhyme
but here's the crime
it won't slow down
it's double trouble
double trouble
double trouble, Barney Rubble.
We be magnifyin' rhyme just like Hubbell!
"Who's Hubble?"
The telescope?
"Oh!"
See it won't stop,
it just won't quit!
We be burnin' our own pants
just to make ourselves dance
just by magnifyin' IT!
Our brains be trained to rearrange thangs
without the strain
yet the chaos and pain remains
from runnin' thangs
over and over in the brain
burstin' blood vessels
just ta train the dang thang!
Cuz we-be-yo-mi-graine
a slang gang bang!
A high octane campaign
of slammin' Rhyme
all the time
just to resurrect the respect
we have for the rap and rhyme game!
"Hey, what about those gangsta rapper guys that spit all that hard core rhyme
"Hey, what about those gangsta rapper guys that spit all that hard core rhyme
on their way to fame?"
And this is when we stand and say...
"Hey, don't point fingers at da playa... point 'em at da game!"
And as for your hard core rapper friends...
they cool...
cuz they gonna have to get on dat train
and get outta town cuz they brains are gonna be strained
they won't be able to maintain the pace of strain we brang
it's our domain to ascertain
this hydroplane of mental
slang exchange...
and you know who you are!
Did you get that?
Good, cuz we think it's Hammer time...
that's right
Cuz You Can't Touch This!
Cuz we're nova....
cane....
for ya...
brain
nova...
cane...
for ya...
brain... what?... ya wanna complain?
O.k. wait... let us explain...
we be outta range
you can't remain
it's a boomerang
you can't ordain
mental pain, crack cocaine, meth and mary jane
without a route
of mental clout
your brain's wrapped up in cellophane
it's our terrain
you're out!
And don't come back until you're house trained?
Oh...
and there is one more thing you need to know before we go...
That chaos and pain that reigns within our brains
the one we can't contain or rearrange???...
reflects
our fear
of LOVE!
And all those words withhout a single gun!
You can breath now...
cuz we be done! See ya!
and get outta town cuz they brains are gonna be strained
they won't be able to maintain the pace of strain we brang
it's our domain to ascertain
this hydroplane of mental
slang exchange...
and you know who you are!
Did you get that?
Good, cuz we think it's Hammer time...
that's right
Cuz You Can't Touch This!
Cuz we're nova....
cane....
for ya...
brain
nova...
cane...
for ya...
brain... what?... ya wanna complain?
O.k. wait... let us explain...
we be outta range
you can't remain
it's a boomerang
you can't ordain
mental pain, crack cocaine, meth and mary jane
without a route
of mental clout
your brain's wrapped up in cellophane
it's our terrain
you're out!
And don't come back until you're house trained?
Oh...
and there is one more thing you need to know before we go...
That chaos and pain that reigns within our brains
the one we can't contain or rearrange???...
reflects
our fear
of LOVE!
And all those words withhout a single gun!
You can breath now...
cuz we be done! See ya!
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