Untainted

[Intro: Kurious] Bad [Verse 1: Kurious] Youngins say drip, some say fresh Pop out like an old timer in his Sunday best Keep lyrics close to the heart till he’s done, say less Game is a joke so full of frauds, (ha) stay blessed Follow your inner God to escape the flesh I’m like 90% sure paradise is next For the simple fact you weightless and it’s like no stress Then again I could be wrong, we could burn to a crisp Women line you right up, better learn to resist Even unintentionally, your ass could be hiss Too dizzy she have you in the midst of a mess Face to face with the devil laying resting in piss You know the gist, they say the road to hell is paved with good intentions A grave and no pension For street poets whose word plays the best inventions, no question Kids never listen, had to call him 5 times to help me clean the kitchen Mean with the spitting cause he mean with the written Coincides it’s pure, that’s why it’s clean and it’s hitting Bang Yo, It’s like the 90’s again dudes talking wild with the blickys But get bagged and can’t hold water for seven Mississippi’s One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi [Interlude: Kurious] Rest in peace to the biz New York City Rest in peace to the one and only Joe Priolo Rest in peace to my man Dudley Demetrius Chris P Yo you think Villain's still not out here? I just spoke to him yesterday DOOM [Verse 2: Kurious] Yeah I think the whole heavens out there, doing the biz Nowadays the music see who could ruin the kids It was drugs and murder then, but MC’s were neutral From the hood reporters, nowadays they shooting you You should leave it alone, but the gangs recruiting you Joining up outta fear and the life ain’t suiting you It’s such a sad situation, get right back to this music Positive motivation You get back whatever ya give to situations Bounce back from anything that we’ve ever been thru They don’t have to like me, but they cherish what I’m plugged into See, back in the days, see way beyond debate Break dance, graffiti music was a fast escape We grew up on, these other people caught on late Like that fly shit at night that we caught on tape Mr. Magic, BAI, Red Alert Shits straight through hard times and it would hurt But back then it was such a special feelin' Official New York prophecy was revealin' Spreading out to the world, mass appealin' Other states gave us their version, and smash the ceilin' A beautiful angel spreading its wings Untainted salute to the pioneers and kings [Outro: Kurious] Yeah I wanna give a shoutout to the West Coast To the South, the Midwest For all they great contributions to the hip-hop Just realized man, this radio out here, the radio These corporations is tryin' to kill us Can't hide, man Look at the intent, what they playin' man Look what they promotin' You know the streets always been filled with crime and all that shit, no question But they promotin' it, they make the little kids proud to get into that kinda shit You understand? We always used to look up to the stars on the radio and the musicians