"I'm on the run   It's after me   It won't stop attackin me   Everywhere I look I see hip-hop blasphemy   Im runnin down the street in the middle of the night   Ill never loose sight   I forever will fight   Why is it after me   Why does it haffta be   So hard to actually   Be an emcee   Commercial hip hop   Just wont stop   Im runnin so hard   But it just wont drop   I duck in the alley catch my breath count to ten   Open up the source and there it is again   Starrin me rite in the eye   Keep regenerating so I no it wont die   I throw the magazine   Look around the corner coast is clear   I take off running   Looking like a dope fiend   The commercial industry demon   Started screamin   Im out of breath   Barely breathin   Theres must be a way to end this madness   At least knock him out for the count at best   I dash into a record store tryin to avoid him   Some other kids have tried but never destroyed him   I check the stores top 20 see what they got   There he is again and he's got the number 1 spot   I jet, covered in sweat, drippin wet   Kickin gear faster then a turbo vett   Im runnin hard   From this demon disease   But it doesn't come at ease   When you   The malls commin up on my rite hand side   I figure inside   It be easy to hide   I make my way in this mad crowded place   Everybody's more concerned with this diamonds face   I exit the mall   Leave the back way   Cant take it longer I been runnin all day   I managed to make it to the subway   But the daemons gaining on me so I cant stay   Im runnin as fast as I can   I pause for a second and pull out a blue paint can   I begin taggin graffiti on the wall   As I keep griming the daemon starts to fall   Looks like he cant take real hip hop   Looks like I found out what makes the daemon drop   Keep burning till the wall it lit      And that's it   My tag reads BENEFIT   I ran out of pain just I was gonna do him in   I betta run the daemons getting up again   I exit the sub way back to the streets   Off in the distance I hear some dope beats   I run towards the music I think im gonna loose it   Im runnin so hard the my feet start bruising   I see glimpses      I drop to the ground and start break dancing   The daemon slows down   I pop into a stall   I do a windmill and the daemon starts to fall   Looks like it cant take real hip hop   Looks like I found out what makes the daemon drop   Imma keep breakin   Cept legs start shakin   I gotta stop cuz my body cant take it   I get up   Start runnin again   The daemon does the same guess this will never end   Still I hear the music that I heard before   And if commin from a hip hoop record store   I make it to the side and see ruckus adds   They got 2 turntables and 2 scratch pads   I jump behind the techniques and rip it indeed   I tear up the records till both of my hands bleed   Demon fell hard that commercial thug   But I had to stop scratchin there was too much blood   I went through 3 elements the daemon still thrillin   Now I cant believe all the blood that im spillin   The daemon gets back up on his feet   I grab in instrumental record and put on a dope beat   I cant run any more no energy   So I grab a mike and scream   Daemon come battle me   I started spittin out metaphors rite and left   I told him that he needs to start bitin less   I told him he needs to come original   I told him that hip hop this is critical   Started shaking couldn't take it any more   Heart stopped beating and he fell to the floor   Looks like I found out what made him drop   And that was the end of commercial hip hop"