So This Is Vandalism

Lyrics

[Interlude: KRS-One] "We have, art, creativity, genuineness, authenticity The youth today, the majority, are not seeking authenticity Because the society in which they live doesn't ask them to be authentic It asks them to be other people, to model roles" [Verse 1: Mysc] Okay, I get it now, so this is vandalism A label handed to lost souls, abandoned kids and At a distance, man, I hope the damage isn't Bad enough to tarnish a culture full of adolescents Authorities hate us, wе know you curse us all When we go and givе a soul to a perfect wall Just poets at the bus stop We're the ones our mothers told us all to watch for Ain't nothing new to this music biz, just hooligans Acting stupid it's two percent ruining the image Of what's true to us, the hip-hop purist is furious Refusing to be judged on the view of them It's amazing how art and crisis gels Believe it or not, hip-hop's alive and well The heart is beating strong, artists keeping on You can't defeat us all, this is elitist thesis song We are the reason beats are born Screamin', "Freedom, release us, please, it's wrong" The writers in the dark, yo, but it's art, bro Did I make a mistake to do it? Man, **** ** [Chorus: Mysc] So, so, so this is vandalism? When people ignore the stories that the cans have written When people start to look away when the dancers rip and When people hate the poetry that the rappers give 'em So, so, so this is vandalism? When people ignore the stories that the cans have written When people start to look away when the dancers rip and When people hate the poetry that the rappers give 'em [Verse 2: Smiley MC] So is this lyrical vandalism I'm spitting? I stand asking with two cans sitting in my hands, dripping A bad bitten got the writers bugging addiction I can spray a verse or surface with some mad writtens A bad kid a bad influence they called me In my defence striding step past those who came before me A culture of millions, check the store selling it And ask 'em how big business came from four elements To hell with it, their opinions ain't even relevant Ask why lyrics are always so prevalent With negativity, energy, and rebellion Yeah, walk in these shoes tell me how you feel in 'em? (Smiley) [Verse 3: Intelekt] I'll never stall for any chance I receive Plans I've achieved, yeah it's a wall, but it's a canvas to me It's a culture you don't happen see Like there's no talent in battle emcees actually rappin' to beats And if you hate it, I'll still offer to shake hands It's not my fault you don't see art from this side of the spray can But lately what's inside of the main plan Is to make sweet breakbeats, spit rhymes and to break dance It's a crew, not a gang, call it camaraderie Quit writing the art off sampling off as a common robbery It's what its got to be, old and new school I'll never stop rhyming till the world calls this culture useful [Verse 4: Verdikt] So this is vandalism? Self-expression in the hand of fiction Labelled unorthodox simply cause its an apparition Why should you have permission to paint the sinister graves? It's not as though you can turn a different page And we bought these same streets that you pay Gay police to parade and prevent pain while rapists reign supreme? Its expression of speech in the art form of text An emotional escape that can't be pronounced with breath Lyrical breaks from metaphysical through visual An interactive self expression gauged you on the spiritual It's hypocritical you can't paint remembrance in light? But advertise drugs well why? For pharmaceutical giants [Chorus: Mysc] So, so, so this is vandalism? When people ignore the stories that the cans have written When people start to look away when the dancers rip and When people hate the poetry that the rappers give 'em So, so, so this is vandalism? When people ignore the stories that the cans have written When people start to look away when the dancers rip and When people hate the poetry that the rappers give 'em [Verse 5: Blunt] If this is vandalism so is propaganda given To any man that's living battling on the average pittance To any thinking it's true if its on television Simply cause they can't be fucked getting a second opinion Suits sit on the balcony, you don't understand the rhythm Don't know the pain when the flesh is weak but the hands are willing Goddamn the system man I back the villain And I'll take the stand for millions if it means more than scraps for children 'Cause to me, Hip Hop is bubble and squeak We take the leftovers and turn it into something unique I see the lower class groping shards of broken glass How longs this turmoil over soil supposed to last? I dunno about you but if I don't know I ask Never ask about the weather Ha it's always overcast There's more to this than multies, gold teeth or roasting beef It's for the blokes on these cold streets with no release It's all the cents I've spent on rent to own beats And it's Mysc making hunger his swag and won't eat But I'm still stealing clothes out the Good Sammy bins and I know what it's like to have your art called vandalism [Chorus: Mysc] So, so, so this is vandalism? When people ignore the stories that the cans have written When people start to look away when the dancers rip and When people hate the poetry that the rappers give 'em So, so, so this is vandalism? When people ignore the stories that the cans have written When people start to look away when the dancers rip and When people hate the poetry that the rappers give 'em [Outro: Blunt] That's right, Aftershock motherfucker Shoutouts to Sound Magnetics Shoutouts to the Western Coalition, Down South Crew, fuckin' 32 Crew SBX, all you motherfuckers in Perth Hunter, FreakStyles Motherfuckin' Psych Ward, Sever, Complete, Defekt You motherfuckers know who you are Figure this is vandalism Ain't no such thing as good or bad, it's just taste in a pill Perth city, cunt