Sacrifice (English Version)

"Raw Poetics"

[Verse 1: Rock Bottom]

Put the ice back in the glass, chill where it belongs

Give a fuck if you rock it on your body, leave it out your songs

Critical of the surface cause that's what people perceive is the purpose

Behind the music, makin' our efforts worthless

Media paints it a circus and how we follow the role

And that's the reason that it's outta control

The radio an alias to the demeaning of gold

Cause all the glitter and the shinin' is all that matters with soul

I pocket a profit is slim to none on our best day

Like Ev say, they only play the West on Wednesday

It's futile to try to get a spin on the mainstream

I thought about it once but then I snapped out a daydream

Back to reality, grindin' to get respected

The goal is to wreck it so nothing less is expected

Check the madness with method

It's like a lavish impression

Is distilled upon those who ain't even worth the mention

[Verse 2: Masta Ace]

Yo Peter Piper picked 'em

Peckled pickled peppers

Hip hop has expanded from Mecca to all these little sectors

I'm talkin' Texas and Tennessee also Mississippi

How they fit in the picture?

Well listen, this is tricky

This ain't no hateration

I can't forget Virginia and Georgia cause they made hip hop a greater nation

And no I ain't pokin' fun

Respect to Nas, Hip Hop Is Dead and New York is holdin' the smokin' gun

We used to lead the way in

Now we follow behind

We makin' down south songs like we outta our mind

What happened to innovation?

I gotta ask every New York rapper in this generation

Can we get it back?

It's hard to say when I watch Smack DVD and damn near every kid is wack

We need some brand new laws, a rap constitution

You ain't gon' change the game, try to make a contribution

[Verse 3: Rock Bottom]

See my solution's euthanasia, a new beginning

Examine the rap game and felt ashamed to tell my peeps I'm in it

I sigh from deep within it, falsify the awesome winnings

Rhymin' 'bout the floss they spendin'

Gun in hand, plan to end it

(Life)

What it take you write your tightest 16?

Each track is fight or flight syndrome and y'all is splittin' seams

Runnin' away and steady duckin', evadin' the thought

Of puttin' effort into your art

See that'll take patience

And rappers ain't to blame solely

The game from where they standin' is to make money

Supply the garbage that these fans demandin'

That's why I separate myself from monetary needs

Won't sacrifice the slightest part of me to sell a CD

(Shit)

Could give a fuck how you perceive these hits

I'll turn a deaf ear, but we read lips

And all that criticism?

Is wasted effort in sweatin'

You should've implied to improve it

Move out the way or join the lines of the movement

[Verse 3: Masta Ace]

It's been proven it don't take much to rise to the top

To get your cream all you gotta do is sign on the dot

If you're firing Glocks, get shot or supplyin' some rocks

Makes a better resume when you're in line for the boss

The line is defrost

Fuck all the shine and the floss

This is hip hop bitch

And yo we rhymin' the ?

Your timin' is off

Should've took the Rhine off your watch

And stopped a line drive rival of thought

Of keepin' it raw

Instead of these people leadin' the fall

Of somethin' that had potential of freein' us all

And it don't really matter where you at on the map

You've been splattered with crap

It's time to stop flattering the wack

I ain't a hater I just keep my standards at eye level

Why settle?

Y'all can burn slow like iron kettles

I peddle these raps, incredible

A head full but we're ahead of schedule

Except we're with better flows

[Verse 5: Balti]

Yo, yo, yo

One for the treble, two for the bass

Dragon Balti sur un son mad de Masta Ace

Visite mon Myspace حتی تعرفنی شکون

Mr. Baltiroshima sur Myspace point com

Wesh ma gueule je suis là

جيت لهنا pas à pas

كبرت مع الوقت لوليت بلطيروشيما

Chuis l'arabe ouais صاحبي

Je rappe en arabe

Sur un son oldschool تاع les anciens soldats

إذا شفت كيفاش كبرت و تربيت à Tunis

MCs real قريت و تعلمت نولي

عمري seize ans j'ai déjà quitté	l'école

Un petit racailleux qui pose des rimes hardcores

Sur des sons تاع des fous sons qui fait bang bang

ما ن écoute ش على موسيقى slow [?]

Hip-hop de dance صنعت مني l'original

ولد البلاد حمد للّه

Toujours fort toujours al

C'est à mon tour de prier comme les oldschool

[?] Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace et Cool

Wesh ma crew si explosive [?] interdit [?]

Dédicace لخواة العرب [?]

Hip-hop for life هذا شو تعلمت نقول

اعطيني son اعطيني ل vodka صاحبي ما نبقاش يمشي [?]

Un son lourd un	son de ouf في ل mix

C'est du صحيح avec mes Raw Poetics

[Scratches]

"Raw Poetics"