Open Mic: Changes

changes in hip hopcrisy, ghost writers n authors be,
brothered see, by fakes claimin thug n robbery,
so many of the fakin sort, claim sick but not brakin hords,
i alone hold the phazin swords, now grazin lords,
many front a sickness, an wen confronted? arent blunt or with this,
they fall back, on all that, shit they've claim'd is true,
no lames r true, but lyrically gettin slain'd is few?,
why not confront tha wannabe's?, dump on wannabe's?,
an bring concepts so complex they stump a wannabe?,
but no- we stand back, think their real n panic,
fus n antic, let our game sink like the titanic,
become slave to the unreal, hold our tongue or mumble,
struggle, to gain back - but its bin overwelmed- double,
we cant bring the game back, we cant aim at, the lame raps,
cuz the stain'd spits, have becomed tamed shit,
i'd mention names- but then i'd be labled a fake n hater,
but in reality i brake tha haters, an forsake ya braver,
i've bin gone for awhile, but still stand the don of ya style,
bombs of my boi, will clam the chaose - bring calm to tha vile,
i look at the spaces, see emcee's face less, skills doesnt grace this,
its sad to see the fakes become the streangth- but i guess thats changes/

i dunno, just flow'd ryte off the top of my head!!
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