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"Sime 'N Reason Rhymin Treason..." By Sime and Defc0n

Simplec0n ink. presents to you....
Defc0n and Sime tag team...

first verse was teamwork...


why do you rap? rebuttal me hops...
do you rap for yaself or just for the props?
do you try to be dope or just afraid to be wack?
would you post if i take away the feedback?
You rhyme ya raps now, your hummin' away...
You still gonna rap when theres nothing to say?
why are you rhymin, cause ya friends do it?
if they all bumped phish would that put an end to it?
y'all battle and pop ish, like YO im rippin him!
would you brag and boast if noone was listenin?
do you rap for us? or for the mounds of cheese?
would you still grip a mic, without a crowd to please?
what if there were no mics?, no fans or stages
would you add hiphop to ya list of random phases?
would you spit if there was no ceremony to master?
or would you quit cause peeps only get you offa napster???

Defc0n...

some rap for the streets with a passion for beats
i write to wind on wrappers & backs of receipts
beatboxin with lockjaw, blurt thru mah teeth
rappin over heavy metal & alternative beats
dopes defined, i spit with webster on "The Corner"
pullin' into drive thrus & rappin off the order
Raps omnipotent, stays prancin' in my dreams
left a rap memo on my answerin' machine
"Hi it's Def, i'm out doin shit that rappers do...
leave a message, if i like you, i'll get back to you..."
eye seek the blind so i can write 'em a poem
i leave neverending sessions to cypher alone
never buy bitches shit, you take me for wack?
if i really like a girl, i make her a track
theres...studio foam draped on my shack
got my best verse tatooed yesterday on my back
pittinsay entytway ourfay evensay it's sick rappin'
"Spittin twenty four seven...", in pig latin!
see its well beyond tracks & holdin' mics
i'll str8 'post' mortum and battle poltergeists
abducted by greys, those cats were shred to pieces
they spoke alien, i versed 'em in telekinesis
spit blessin the dro, never to choke
kick raps you can't see plus i spell 'em in smoke
fake rappers say "Thats bad for ya health..."
well so is lookin' in the mirror and battin' myself
"Go practice, you mic fiend in a pipe dream"
YO i don't even speak!, unless it is in rhyme scheme
Some kids 'rap for food', i eat rappers for snacks
burp food for thought, digest and pass this crap...

to sim0ne

Simplesime...


what`s the point of cuts and joints? sampling or similes?
are you rhimin til your hooptie dies or whippin an Infinity?
Cynically I`m genuine, these cats ain`t got the grit.
i`ma pretentious optimist with an extensive box of wits
it`s not the shit, hiphop is a matter with phatter presence,
people still associate the music i love as a stage of adolescence.
i`m standin brave at attention, servin her with dedication,
BET, DFX is aight, but i`m yearnin for a better station.
my head is pacin, searchin for the right words, i speak art.
usin so much paper i built a cemetary for all the tree bark.
fuckin fairweather flowing phony`s, you ain`t leavin a deep mark,
don`t try to depend on ya street smarts when you got a weak heart.
so where`s ya honor? hell yeah, i`m badgering the witnesses,
it`s pissin me off that kids are in and out like married mens mistresses.
adament with visages, and i`m keepin a stern face,
I don`t care if I`m a king of clubs or what i`ve earned, ace.
i burn bass with rhime and am known to often control with poise
but what`s hiphop anyways but someone talking over noise?
i`m offin boys with a skewed view and abusive attitude,
kids battling with writtens? time to suck it up, i`d rather lose
i splatter views in text or audio, 2 ways like motorolla language,
and i`m shoutin at those who crossover to pop like soda stained it.
is ya motive tainted? are you in this for the lengthy?
when i rhime i don`t just make the music, i help the music make me.
i never do it hastily while kids are rhiming cuz it`s the newest fad,
like their next single is titled, "Thanks for the scooter, dad!"
if i`m rude, my bad, but you`ll never bond and hiphop`ll never befriend me.
give the 13th letter contacts, and you still wouldn`t make an Emcee.