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Bonez (aka DVS)


You talk man, but you ain't really mastered this art/
a clownfish in open water tryin' to battle a shark/
you get no shine for that rhyme, I'll put you back in the dark/
I'm still a Verbal Assassin comin' after the marks/
and this time I'm only rippin' out half of your heart/
you tryin' to go song-for-song, man - imagine the thought/
and you can freestyle forever but that isn't smart/
unless you got something to show for it you babble & stop/
and that's it, so get back quick and let a man spit/
gasoline for saliva boy, and the match lit/
so many rappers aren't much more than just actors/
and you sleepin' on me? I'll turn over the matress/
hey, wake up and get with the times, connecting the lines/
ain't a lot of minds as inventive as mine/
when I sit down with a pen and make sentences rhyme/
record-enable the red button and press it and I'm/
doin' what I do, how I do - like a veteran/
flow been off the chain ever since The Chain Letter and/
I'm not goin' anywhere, they should've never let me in/
cuz I got rhymes like Bush's closet got skeletons/
livin' in the US, born South American/
mother-earth's baby, my own Mama's second kid/
I claim no religion, and I'm sorry if you're sensitive/
but I don't believe in the "kingdom of heaven" or where the "devil" lives/
yeah I said it bitch, so hate me if you want/
I ain't givin' a fuck, you can't make me pick it up
I don't bow to the 4th branch or popular opinion/
I hate everything PC, and reality TV/
Making the Band with P DeeDee, I'd rather be/
knee deep in feces and fresh out of T.P./
Sell out? You obviously don't know DV.../
...S, and you need the facts like a broke hoe needs cheese/
I got the remedy for all my enemies' jealousy/
in the words of Paul McCartney, just Let It Be/
you act like there's only room in this rap game for 10 emcees/
and pretend to be the fuckin' big mack with extra cheese/
please, I got 8 years under my belt/
hearing all types of songs, cuz a bunch of 'em helped/
to inspire this fire in me with something I felt/
and made me feel I was invincible, untouchable, stealth/
I grew up on Classic Rock, just ask my Popz/
back then I wanted to sing, but that just wasn't my thing/
and then my Mama turned her youngest son on to love songs/
both of 'em taught me that music was the one bond/
that everybody got in common no matter what's wrong/
cuz pretty much every emotion done been touched on/
cuz whether you're on cloud nine, or all of your luck's gone/
music can make somebody feelin' weak stand up strong/
and that's why I stay commited to writing lyrics cuz/
it isn't just enough to make your point, they gotta listen up/
and why I've given up freestyling pretty much/
I'd rather take my time on a track like a woman I'm givin' some.../ ...let me catch my breath/
because what happens next is an emcee at his best/
bein' honest with himself whether he passed the test/
or needs to take it back a step, and practice just.../
just a little bit harder to perfect the song or/
risk droppin' something that he's gonna hate in the long run/
protecting myself like when I'm wearing a condom/
cuz I can pack more TNT in this bomb son/
a million emcees in this world, you fuck with the wrong one/
and you might get burned, so enhance your calm son/
you think you're all that, you think you're so fuckin' awesome/
but in the end, being cocky is what's gonna cost you/
it's idiots like you that love to start a fight/
the kind I hear about when I'm turning the news on at night/
who care about nothing, man you'd probably merc me/
cuz I was friends wit 'cha girl and bought her a slurpee/
and I don't have time for petty crime, I graduated/
cuz I'm-a live fine, sellin' rhymes, stackin' papers/
let unsigned talent shine, give them a chance to make it/
and work with idols of mine, until I've collaborated with/
Bone Thugs, Redman, Eminem, Alicia Keys/
Canibus, Dead Prez, Mya, Talib Kweli/
Wu-Tang, especially RZA, Immortal Technique/
Linkin Park, Christina Aguilera, X to tha Z/
Nas, Ludacris, Sticky Fingaz, D-R-E/
Outkast, Evanescence, Vivian Green/
Rakim, Mos Def, Jedi Mind Tricks, Res/
Michael Jackson, Rob Thomas, KRS-One, Kurupt, Pink/
to name a few, it'll be insane with whom/
I'm gonna be making fuckers raise the roof/
so pour a double shot of something atleast 80 proof/
and something to chase it too, and give me space to move/
cuz I'm-a start wildin' out after a couple more sips/
and start a moshpit with everybody up in the mix/
a whole mess of people jumpin' 'round, shovin' and shit/
and no one actin' like a bitch throwin' punches and kicks/
we all came to party, not to get stuck in the lip/
and don't nobody wanna catch a bunch of knuckles and fists/
that includes you too, unless there's something I missed/
and you got a death wish, or you just dumb as a brick/
it's like you haven't learned nothin' since Biggie and Pac died/
no one got arrested, do you really think the cops tried/
to find out who done it? Listen, I'm not blind/
the powers that be don't give a fuck about our lives/
I wouldn't get on the mic just for fortune and fame/
but I'd do it cuz I have something important to say/
and I don't want no one believing that I'm something I'm not/
like a thug with a glock that I bust at the cops/
cuz lying about who you are doesn't impress me/
and one final note to all you underground emcees/
who listening out there, I just wanted to say/
that if you're true to yourself, I wish you luck in the game/
stay commited, even through all the thunder and rain/
when it looks hopeless and you feel like cuttin' ya veins/
just forget about yesterday, man up to the pain/
I know exactly what you're goin' through, I'm stuck in the same/
that's why I rip mics like I'm fuckin' insane/
and, hell yes - DVS just spit a buck and some change/
I said that's why I rip mics like I'm fuckin' insane/
and, hell yes - DVS just spit a buck and some change/

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