Just A Freestyle/Quote of the Day

Day 1 of Spring Break '09...so boring. This week is likely to be horrible, but at least it's a break.

Quote of the Day -

"A gentleman is rare for the simple fact that being one entails putting your pride aside and holding yourself to higher standard despite peer dissent."

In my immense boredom, I freestyled to the "Ignorant Shit" beat...this is what I came up with.

I look in the mirror at myself
And I wonder: Is anyone more deserving of wealth
I got the great ones in me, voice of MLK
If I started a revolution I’d be hailed as Che the next day
Malcolm X kind of way, of thinking,
Thorough Thoreau transcending to save the world from sinking
Singing the words of Marvin Gaye
While starving America of its pay
How do I do that you say? Say what I want
Do what I please , demeanor as calm as Gandhi’s
Bring the FCC to its knees, just to hear the pleas
Please stop, our kids believe in you
They don’t like the hate we leave in you,
I extricate the hate as though its shit and Taco Bell I last ate
It’s nothing but waste, I make it a paste, with George Washington Carver haste
And then I give them a taste, they see it’s just love, infused with the rhymes of those above
The poetic flow of ‘Pac, the ad libs of B.I.G., R.I.P. to Jam Master Jay Aaliyah and Left E-y-e
Be by me, and you will see why the, r-h-yme’s are so key
For they unlock the mind and reach the soul, like Buddha did as the story is told
And I unfold this lyrical tapestry, lyrical mastery, master the, art of reincarnation
The incarnation of Jesus, no I’m not that great, no one will ever be,
But that’s the way I feel about me, confidence see, comes from the greats
Inspiration, comes from the hate, that I made into a paste, gave y’all a taste
And so now I lace, up, another pair of kicks, like I’m Abraham Lincoln I’m emancipating this,
Profession, from the slavery of the mainstream, the main stream has trickled down to me
So George Washington I must be and be the first to lead the hip-hop community,
Great like Alexander, I won’t be biased and I won’t pander
All I will do is aggrandize like the British Empire did in their eyes
And it’s no lie, I’m so fly, like a kiwi bird should be, and would be if it could be
If you want, shoot me
That’s mere assassination, clear incineration, of the hip-hop nation
As it goes up in smoke, all you can do is choke,
On the anarchy, man spar me,
Oops I mean spare me, barely, enough order to rule fairly
Since Wayne’s leading the opposing faction, am I supposed to take action,
Or leave him be since I have L-u-p-e
Who might succeed me if I get treated like King Henry
I condemn the fakes, but much like the Bastille, their jail went up
Their sail went up, and now they coast the sea of success
Much less did I figure, but I figure too much
All of this such and such, the true hip-hop community is just starting
But now I’m done with this little thrill, call me John Winthrop I’m molding a city on a hill.