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Styles of Resistance
Listen to the styles, the styles they are dope
Listen to the beat, the rhymes you can’t cope
Listen to the styles, the styles they are dope
Listen to the beat, the rhymes you can’t cope
A phantom existence the styles the resistance
The women in this place giving face come and get this
My life is reduced to the neck and the noose
The give and take with the shake ‘til we break
My own glamorama, beats panorama
Whom I gonna call to bail me out this slammer
A trapeze act with the beats that are stacked
I saw my brother downtown and he told me stay black
Through a distortion pedal, I rock this poetry
Ain’t nobody knowing me, except for the words in the place that are showing me
There is no exit; there is no exodus
There is no resident, there is no president
There is no time for my girl to be hesitant
Hesitant
I step to the mic and the words take hold
Written font that is bold and the story I told
Is a one-page synopsis
Tell me where the cop is
People raise your fists if you like the way I rock this
Sometimes we like to drop this
Straight on a break beat
We resurrect the funk cause the truth ain’t obsolete
I speak in tongues, drop jewels over drums
__ They can’t get some cause their rhymes are all crumbs
I slum in the backwards drama we divest
I have a little something to get off my chest
We’re blown to the rafters like Cornel West
My movement is sensual but it’s not about sex
The microphone we bless
Nothing more, nothing less
Little boys take a walk; you don’t hold my interest
Listen to the styles, the styles they are dope
Listen to the beat, the rhymes you can’t cope
Listen to the styles, the styles they are dope
Listen to the beat, the rhymes you can’t cope
Akron to Lex, the styles that we flex
Been known to give emcees an inferiority complex
I headed out west to unwind from this grind
Cause the people in my space got me losing my mind
Never deaf dumb or blind unless I’m Mos Def
Flow like KRS to alleviate stress
In this post-rock era, microphone terror
Beat rock poet, performance art show it
Dance baby, dance baby, show me baby
How you want to rock and roll baby
When the sun goes down, the true freaks come out
All the people with a smile know what I’m talking about
But I really just need some home alone time
With my woman some Indian food and wine
What I really just need is some music and stars
I’ll ride on this beat just give me twelve bars
What I really just need is to grow this seed
And nourish my soul learn how to let go
What I really just need is a chance to be free
Blow out the mind dust let yourself be
Listen to the styles, the styles they are dope
Listen to the beat, the rhymes you can’t cope
Listen to the styles, the styles they are dope
Listen to the beat, the rhymes you can’t cope
The twilight falls and the torches are lit
Then we step to the stage with the rhymes we spit
I once knew a boy who walked 17 miles
When he fell to my feet he was about smiles
I once knew a girl who made the world stop
Spinning, grinning, at the beats Dave drops
We move through chaos and let the words settle
Sometimes we like to sit; sometimes we like to revel
Late nights at the bars beneath luminous stars
I take hold of her hands and show her my scars
We walk through the gallows with our hands thrown up
Sip the philosophical like we all grown up
I move in abstract ways in an abstract haze
Everybody gets anxious in these abstract days
So we bring it, back to the drum
Back to the rhythm where we all come from
Music is medicine; the days disappear
In just a few more I'll no longer be here
I stand without fear cause my soul is true
My words are becoming and the color is blue
A phantom existence the styles the resistance
The women in this place giving face come and get this
The beats we concur the styles we conjure
Resistance creates distance so the truth don’t blur
Listen to the styles, the styles they are dope
Listen to the beat, the rhymes you can’t cope
Listen to the styles, the styles they are dope
Listen to the beat, the rhymes you can’t cope
(c) 2007 Eric Wilkinson
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