Cruel World

HIP HOP ISN'T DEAD... WE'RE KEEPING IT LIVE Homicide, murder beats, assisted suicide Feeble emcees, transparent, we see through Who's too afraid to bite these hand that feed you This ain't engraving, it's victim an impact statement Hip hop's been on trial on several occasions Ya'll rap for the cam because you're in front of it All lobbyist and publicists we ain't fucking with Consciousness don't profit, nor does prostitution People f*ck you over then say, "I f*ck with ya movement" The world's cruel, that's the hand of survival ILLWORDS, bite the curb... leave em dead on arrival Sharpened edges, left beheaded, choppy message Death sentence, If I wrote it, then I fucking meant it Wordsmiths, ill and literate, murderer's cursive Murdering words with, curses, words refurbished Sharpened edges, left beheaded, choppy message, Death sentence, If I wrote it, then I fucking meant it Wordsmiths, ill and literate, murderer's cursive Murdering words, with curses, words refurbished Working graveshifts, souls admist grey mist Looks soulless, I gotta admit, no ones got dope shit Orange lamps lit, reveal dim wits as graves shift No condolences when ethered, I've got nothing to dig Creativity lost spirit, we're carrying spades And scythes to bury slain emcees throwing shade Pretruding gates, six feet is shallow to our depth Whatever doubts you have, illwords will put it rest Sharpened edges, left beheaded, choppy message Death sentence, If I wrote it, then I fucking meant it Wordsmiths, ill and literate, murderer's cursive Murdering words with, curses, words refurbished Sharpened edges, left beheaded, choppy message Death sentence, If I wrote it, then I fucking meant it Wordsmiths, ill and literate, murderer's cursive Murdering words, with curses, words refurbished