“Stop Music Pollution”
(Produced By 4AR)
--Mixed By Sureknock Jones--

The art of medicine consists in amusing the patients. Appreciation is a wonderful thing.
It makes what is excellent in others belong to us. Pandora’s in a box the first woman adopt the knowledge unlock,
What’s concealed within. Without the closure you’ll never feel close.
Monopolistic aggression, without control, commercials will never have legal grants.
Cancel the chants close possessions, professionalism, don’t mess with my audience.
My auditoriums proscenium is filled with fans my orchestra doesn’t laugh.
Cold-blooded I hold the fashion so the reality won’t cut the glasses
Three-dimensional holograph. Favor the practice
Fill the frame-flickering act with a dress per every decibel level the ledge
Transform photographic through Aphrodite my daughters like a goddess split its two arms

I’m lost in the charm…….. Of excuses
Almighty Zeus its mythology proof the ugly truth in a can for the youth
Flood the masses avoid the flu run pass the shooter dodge the bullets move like follow through
One minus two, collapse quick, I never act like a bitch
I’m talking bout them imitator’s tryna fit
The viewer’s choice, it’s all pollution
Fix the noise, of course its ill destroy
The poison built for radios industrialism
Ya see, People used to die for the freedom, but now they die by being cheated
It’s illegal war victims too many fools get fooled
Pay attention focus obey the lessons bill the booth
They like my minds controlled by a set of rules
a life cut short by attitudes I’m telling you that sportsmanship’s dead
People over abused the stem by defeating the purpose of passionate fruit for bread

I’m at the roots
I’m gonna ….die for this art
and ain’t nobody gonna ever take us apart
I’ll give my head before I’ll ever give my last breathe
This ain’t no competition

Breakdown
Stop Music Pollution, Pollution
Stop Music Pollution, Pollution
Stop This Music Pollution
Kill your radios, Kill your radios

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SO, Magnify your eyes squint Okay I talk shit But I back it up so talk shit back
Read the fine print crash
Into my galaxy
It’s only me Micro----microphone check
Until I’m dead until the end

my musical friend Let’s call it lovely …….
There ain’t one above she. Hug me … before the
Rape….replaces the life she gave I do this not for fame I do this because I’m not the same


Recharge the cover charge annihilate each bar through constellations
Connect the stars, and then I bet…
You’ll see my face…like superstars in space
Up like the apex of the suns way evaporate

I’m better then these words
Stuck underneath my pen…. stop ………I’m way ….way over two minutes in
Just in the lust it’s him who us JUST-IN where’s the lips why don’t I fit in JUST Why can’t I live

It’s not magical she’s a real monster mannequin
If you want happy that all depends,
On where you stop your story, cause every end is a new beginning but in my end is my beginning shift
You see, I’ve been where you’ve been and then I been left
Busta’s everything remains raw…..
Compare the law maybe will get along defied by gravity
I’m stuck between the jaws feeding of the thoughts in fantasies

Sex drugs money weed
Repeat repeat …

Sex drugs money weed
Repeat repeat …

party party to gamble drink
To gamble think

I’m so afraid to pretend to be someone or something that I’m not
Watch me rot inside this
HIP---HOP
HIP---HOPPP,
So do you,…..and Imma do me,……..
and watch you rot, on the spot.
Don’t pretend to be something that you’re not that you’re not,
I’m off the record of what you might approve is hot

Astrological
Not everything that counts can be counted
and not everything that can be counted counts
Like psychological my minds in drought
I’m homesick in this house
Writing like________ scream and shout

No hook intended my love for music is never-ending
unnatural is my voice against its will to defend its
Breath, more or less more or less
Four three two one it’s more for less

Stop Music Pollution, Pollution
Stop Music Pollution, Pollution
Stop This Music Pollution

Kill your radios, Kill your radios