Paleface – The Iconoclast
Verse 1
What I thought was fresh I find molded I'm stressed and blind-folded I'm blessed (and) signed yet scolded Hold it! All of a sudden I'm reproached, blamed and discredited I read a magazine fold-out sayin' I sold out with the swearwords edited Letting it get to ya is the worst thing you could do following your heart and staying hunble being the 1st thing you should do All in all it comes down to droppin' one-on-one on Battle-breaks Anytime Two-tongues! I love skinning rattle-snakes! It's all moo-moo after all the sound that brainless cattle makes Can't touch me! If you ride hard remember that the Saddle shakes and You may fall off the Horse any given moment 'cos Some of us are unsure and Some of us are Showmen find the means, behind the Scenes explore every omen to realize Rome wasn't built in a day you don't have to be a briton
Chorus
Hip-hop is a Punitive Community I thought we all were for Unity Not even Ol' Skool Heads are granted Diplomatic Immunity
Verse 2
Why's an MC an immediate sell-out
when he earns a mark?
everything turns to dark
that little doggie learns to bark
all that hate really burns a mark
sudden faith turns
the Shark into the Hunted
Living dead giving head to the Undead
We should've learned fables about turned tables a total of 10 concerned
labels
that weren't able to offer me
whats righteously mine
this reduced the total to - let's see
nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three
now, I don't drive a BMW I drive a BMG1Paleface levy-yhtiönä toimi kappaleen julkaisun aikaan BMG.
so, let the Versatile curse a while
In verse of Style I nurse my rhyme
Never giving an MC a ten, if he earns a nine
with a rhymestyle worse than mine
maybe he learns in time
that to be able to be
nominating for dominating
one has to burn a mic
Chorus
Hip-hop is a Punitive Community I thought we all were for Unity Not even Ol' Skool Heads are granted Diplomatic Immunity
Verse 3
You're aimless! Not blameless! You're thoughtless! Not flawless! Nor faultless! You're hypocritical, lame! My Political Aim is Critical Acclaim there's a fine line between True Name, Pure Game and Analytical Fame it's all the same there's always some lad asking "are you a Comrade or a Scumbag?" reading a Drummag with this dumb ad: AN MPC MP3 MC for MTV leaves an empty feel now you're about to sign an unusually tempting deal Do you kneel down or do you take the wheel? Do you steal sounds or do you break the Seal of Originality? in actuality unprecedented versatility meets harmonic stability and real talent but the saddest part is that how many Groupies gave him oral determines if he goes down immortal or im morale
Chorus
Hip-hop is a Punitive Community I thought we all were for Unity Not even Ol' Skool Heads are granted Diplomatic Immunity
Verse 4
Colasnortinghashorgamepills You're an up-and-coming MC sporting cash-for-fame-Skills I don't even have to tell you that Aspartame kills the same ills made you pay bills and consolidate your outstanding debts before the love and overstanding gets stuck in between the Zero Tolerance Officer and the Harm Reduction Cop Realize the Bottomline: You suck like a Suction cup perfect size, plasticine and used on a regular basis You've reached a frozen moment, your 2nd consecutive stasis You're thirsty looking at the sand around you no sign of an Oasis You're running back and forth in Labyrinths and running back and forth in Mazes nothing changes it never seizes to amaze me I actually vouched for the Wrong Guy I thought I retained the Balance with my weak and my strong eye it took a long while - I'll find closure in this song I'll pass to you in a bonafide Bong Style
Chorus
Hip-hop is a Punitive Community I thought we all were for Unity Not even Ol' Skool Heads are granted Diplomatic Immunity
