I personally think
That lines need to rhyme
Cause I do it in my spare time
With my sticks in my hand
I'm laying down a beat
And I'm feeling like 'the man'
So where'd the girl drummers go
I could put them on a pedastal
Even though, I can't find no more
I'm busy laying
Cold hard beats on the floor
I can do it with a beat
I can do it a cappella
I never say never
Even though I just did
Not hypocritical
I just say it for the rhyme
So it could be sold
And music never dies
It stays on the inside
Of me and you
And people staring here
And next time you see me
Ima be in that chair
Staring up at the talents
People made different
So it stays balanced
And it was intentional
So why try to stop it
Why try to take what they like and then crush it
Why try to conform them to your image then pump them
With crap about nothing
It's what everyone does
I don't see why it has to be like it was
And this crap about nothing
That they shoot in our heads
Should we accept it
And do as it says
Politics, etiquitte
People dont give a
But why do we keep going like we did
And this is the end
Cause the power done stopped it
And it is like it is
Until someboday rises up and goes against it all
Even though we may fall
I'm recruiting troops
Those individuals
Who don't care what they do
So who wants to fight
And stand for it all
And as we go into battle
We cry 'Kill them all!'