Deep down in the basement the curls of smoke choke as they toke,
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inhaling infidelity, rhymes and rhythms, metaphoric prehistoric jism.
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An intake of underground sounds and leaves of a dope kind while the DJ twists to rewind,
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scra-scr-scra-scratch and ri-rip this sh(it),
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MCs grab the mic kickin' freestyles rhyming one hundred miles a minute,
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vocals eclipsing ridiculously dope beats and they are blind to the signs that the rhyme combined with the mind connects them to their feminine side,
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The groove slips between their thighs and makes their hips wide like mine,
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as Mother Hip Hop places her eternal child inside,
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Something impossible to see through these jaded eyes,
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as she slides into masculinity, masturbating with their climactic virginity,
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Intrinsically, kinetically, genetically redefining their DNA,
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So when the archaologists dig up the past they will say "These homosapiens are from the era of hip hop days,
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And they will take the bones and play rhythms that were lost on records and cassettes,
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Some will dance to remember and some will dance to forget,
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Because even then, no one will truly see all the hows and whys of when and where we came to be,
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And they will try to recapture the rapture and velocity that left with the flesh of the hip hop fiends,
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They will find curvatures in the bones of MCs hands, learning their dominant, prominant stance,
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Reminants of baggy pants will leave fibers of a culture that swims in eternity and they will take relics and try to sell it,
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Promising that the vibe is still alive and that it will make them feel free,
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Jazz, beats and blue sweets will make our primal sex rituals indescrete,
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And the sounds of distorted, contorted scratches sampling styles will echo in the inner ear of a famous DJs great great great great grandchild,
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And they will uncover villages of spirituality redeeming them from their new world's fallacys,
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And they will gather the dust of incense sticks to see if it might fill them with peace,
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And back here, right here, right now, we will always be, creating rhymes, and time, in our history.
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We Will Always B
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Brother Ali |