Intro:  Ultimately, martial art means honestly expressing yourself...  it is easy for me to put on a show and be cocky,   or I could show you some really fancy movement...  But to express oneself honestly, not lying to oneself,   and to express myslef honestly...  Now that, my friend is very hard to do.    Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives  And for that live moment we thrive  Awakenings, as we make the dead come alive  Rise and walk my son  Come into the light  Inside the dark we illuminate mics  Give knowledge to mediocre  The will to neanderthal  Filter to the the small  Digital to analog  We steady advancin'  Rhyme enhancin'  Civil minds can't keep up with this    Senim Silla:  Dig - I'ma put it on the table  I ain't a thug nigga and playa, I ain't playful  I'm just Senim Silla, man without label  Standin' on my own to you tryin' to stay stable  Speakin' what I know to only what I'm able  I ain't the kinda guy who carry on for dough  The material cat who walk around for show  I'm just your everyday, merry way joe on the go  While others go with the flow  I ain't never been the one to follow trend, I do my own bit  Can't keep up with the joneses, I'm on my own shit  I don't care what you drink  What you stress, how you dress, or where you got the link  I ain't impressed  These lames run around like mice in a maze  Tryin' to get up on cheese, its just a rat race  Wanna change times' schemes to make man worship things  Over the supreme being, or stop, fill up?  Should I join the hypocrites?  Or side with the suckas by choice  It makes no difference that y'all product of environment  It's just coincidence  The world's a violent place baby, there ain't no more innocence  Or civil men or penatence, just  Ignorance cast on the right from wrong   They mimic shit they see on TV or hear in a song  What that tell you they on?  A sucka act up every minute  The righteous live on but the the niggas are infinite    ?:  I ain't hardcore, I don't pack a 9 millimeter  Most of y'all gangster rappers ain't hardcore neither  Whoever get mad then I'm talkin 'bout you  Claim you fear no man but never walk without crew  Where I'm from, your reputation don't mean jack  So what you pack gats and you sell fiend's crack  You ain't big time, my man  You ain't no different from the next cat in my neigberhood who did time  Rhyme after rhyme it's the same topic  What make you think you hardcore cuz you was raised in the projects  Broke ass finally got a hundred in your pocket  Now you on the mic spittin' money's no object  What you say is bullcrap  If you wasn't with your crew and wasn't drunk off the brew  Would you still pull gats?  You need to stop frontin'  Or you're headed for self destruction  Yeah, today's topic is self-destruction  I ain't talkin 'bout the KRS-One discussion  I'm talkin 'bout the one too many ignorant suckas  Lyin' on the mic to my sistas and brothas  Everytime you listen to the radio, all you hear is nonsense  They never play the bomb shit  Everything that glitters ain't gold  And every gold record don't glitter that's for damn sure    (scratching break)    (discussion)    ?:  How many cats you know speak the illegit rhyme after rhyme diligent?  85 percent represent ignorant  Either you innocent or guilty  Some of my favorite emcees fell off  It damn near killed me  Lookin' at the kids that was true hip-hop  Nowadays them cats don't even do hip-hop  Rap got 'em brainwashed with cats that don't last  And five minutes of fame   That's when it's a shame  Seein real emcees tryin' to imitate rappers  If you ask me they goin' out ass backwards  Tradin' in respect to push a fat Lex  Puff rhymin' on the remix, what's next?  It hurts so bad I wanna smack 'em  My favorite crew members break up turn around and join wack ones  This is dedicated to you hip-hop hypocrites  Drivin wack songs like you don't give a shit  I ain't got nothin' against nobody tryin' to make a decent living  It ain't the money that's the issue  Only if that's the reason why these cats are makin' decent music  That's when I got beef with you  And I'ma break it you like never  Go ahead, call me player hater if it make you feel better  Try to jump my crew if you cats feel foggy  You need to wake up and smell the damn coffee