sine qua non \sin-ih-kwah-NON; -NOHN; sy-nih-kway-\, noun
An essential condition or element; an indispensable thing.
The DJ, hip hop's sine qua non
No kool herc hip hop wouldn't of spun
I Love My People
Despite our ailments, predicaments,
life sentences, lost of innocence.
Despite body limps, triggers pinch, bullets miss, dead at six.
Despite our intolerable pain, crack Novocain,
ex the same, and the gang games.
We all need a little love and happiness.
Despite the doing wrong, same songs,
playing all night long, that's the jam, go on.
We do our thang.
Despite, time on the cp tilt, big talks with little movement of the hips.
Despite, our teeth, being worth enough to buy an engine of a jet fleet.
Despite, the big girls who shop in section petit.
Despite the glory given to section 8.
Hate the kinks so they press it prissy straight.
Despite those claiming hood, but don't know the hood.
Want to fix the hood, but don't know the hood.
Scared of the hood, but don't know the hood.
Despite late night fights, out of town hikes,
Get it like Spitzer, caught on cheaters by your still supportive wife
Despite gone daddy, drunk papi, aunt sally who's a clepto you know.
Despite my missing bank roll, I got from the dro,
sell to the rich and steal from the po,
to get my fix
Cause no matter what you friend tells you,
you can't get high on your own supply
Despite all the champagne in the sex room,
the young swoon having boom boom to soon.
Catching the doom,
the H.I.V. soon to be I.H.A.
I have aids no Medicaid parade to pay for Magic's prescriptions.
Despite the repetitious patterns of
single actors in the role of parent,
the lament of rights civilly gained treated with such disdain
and the tears of ancestors, that nutured the land,
the fruit being left to rot
Despite lo shouts of hi treason, the hypocrisy of the season,
the two face smiles that stab knives in backs gushing
one hundred thousand gallons of the Nile's holy spirit.
Despite prejudice, judas false judgement, cause we are not,
he, she, we, the one, the all, the alpha,
thee omega, the universe, the common spirit, Ja, God,
Haille Selasai, Jesus, Buddah, the honorable Elijah Muhammed,
the angels, seraphim, cherubim, deities,
everything and therefore nothing.
My stone drops from my hands
to be cast only upon the ground.
Despite all that ain't right with us,
I love you my people.
pestiferous \pes-TIF-uh-ruhs\, adjective
1. Bearing or bringing disease.
2. Infected with or contaminated by a pestilential disease.
3. Morally evil or dangerous to society; pernicious.
4. Bothersome; troublesome; annoying.
They consider hip hop pestiferous, I say ridiculous,
But they want censor us, so much for free speech.
virago \vuh-RAH-go; vuh-RAY-go\, noun
1. A woman of extraordinary stature, strength, and courage.
2. A woman regarded as loud, scolding, ill-tempered, quarrelsome, or overbearing.
Viragos goes and blows up old notions of success,
She must possess strength and courage, operate with finesse.
A feeling of weariness and dissatisfaction arising from lack of interest; boredom.
The crowd is too hype to ever have ennui,
Cause I know hot, to rock a poppin' party.
Two hearts two minds with a lot to give,
Trying to make a life that's amative.
Hip Hop Junkie
The Worst since the first Genocide on Earth
The curse of the verse makes you go bizurk
Makes you miss work, Freestyle till it hurts
Every time you breathe in, it's like inhaling dirt
Water won't work, the thirst can't be quenched
Chugged a Gatorade cooler, all my clothes got drenched
And that was it, still needed a fix
Headed to the corner store, to get myself a hit
Popped weed in the deck, push the button it played
Time to sit back, let my mind get blazed
Sniffed up a couple lines of that pure Big Daddy Kane
Next some Black Thought injected in my veins
Rolled up and puffed that Kanye West
Took a couple of pills of that mighty Mos Def
Hip hop got me twisted again I'm seeing double vision,
Losing all of my ends, I need an intervention.
I O.D-ed on some Ol' D B just last week
Member of the Wu-Tang may your rest in peace
And freestyle over DJ cuts by Jam Master Jay
Get with Tupac and Biggie and walk this way
I'm walking down memory lane, must refrain
From bustin' out the running man, cause you know it was the dance
Along with high top fades, while you did the kid n' play
In baggy overalls from the cross colors display
In my DNA, infection is deep
My wife says I freestyle in my sleep
I find it hard not to rhyme when I speak
I sound Jessie Jackson given a speech
Outreach is needed, so get your hands in the air
And wave them around like you just don't, No!
I mean I need help, I can't stop myself
This bottled hip hoppa, man its top shelf
You don't want the cash. You want the model chick.
You don't want the cheddar. You want the cow.
You don't want the doe. You want the bread,
a nice place to lay your dome, to protect your head from the harsh elements.
You want the feds in your back pockets instead of your wallet.
No matter how the judge slams it, or the ref calls it, you stay above the rim of laws.
The money you don't need, it's the milk and honey,
to silence the roar of monsters in your tummy
to provide yummies for the taste buds,
cause they always want a little taste of what's on your plate.
Despite what you ate in pre K and K, paper has no nutritional value.
This is a check to our values, cause no cash value is worth the avenue were on where popcorn shots strike hearts severely depart tomorrow's promise, today's innocent, and yesterday's bliss.
You don't want to sign checks, or checks delivered. You want respect.
Bones to quiver chills that shiver, spines when eyes gaze upon you.
That's power from your view.
You don't want dividends, exec benefits, and bonuses.
You want to go nuts, sip champagne through donuts
Watch a few butts as they strut on the nude beaches in Brazil.
See if they're fine for real. Feel thrills of hang glide winds, helmet strapped chin, boogie boardin', blow snortin' camera posin', with select chosen women.
So you can be like "Yeah, I boned them." Your boys will be like "You know you frontin'" and you're like "believe what you want then." And they're like "You serious?"
You want more than crazy, Eddie Murphy delirious times
You want federal pen security in your moments, you want Dalai Lama peace of mind
You want gang unity, without the fear, paranoia, lying, and crime.
You want eat-off-the-concrete-clean neighborhoods.
You want the James Brown "I Feel Good."
You want the "I look good for no damn reason."
And the "to look this good, must be treason."
You want the seasoning of life, the spices of seasons.
The "If I ruled the world" without the IF.
The I been around the world and I,I,I,.." got gifts and souvenirs.
You don't want the donations, you want "Let me be clear."
Here is the purpose, if you can dodge a wrench, no that's not it.
You can save a dime and spend a nickel, but you can't save time so spend a little, hour or two thinking about why you do what you do.
Money is a tool to build used by geniuses and fools with free will.
Lord willing, we get our ones, hundreds, thousands, millions, and billions.
I ask we pray and remember what we are building.
