Versatile - In the Beginning lyrics

(Intro) Gumz Yeah, Versatile, Gumz We 'bout to take it back to the slums (Chorus) Gumz X2 In the beginning back when rappers were just an infant Cats used to kick the wisdom, now it's all about the ignorance Rapping on the street corner wasn't about the beat format You kick the facts and get the crowd to react [Gumz] Ayo, back in the days when the Bronx had the streets locked With graffiti artists, block parties and the beat-box Hip-Hop was just a new invention, unintentional They started making break-beat records I reminisce for a second, on where it all started 'Cause nowadays it seems leer, long lost art When sh** hit the market, music fans ate it up Corporations noticed the sh** and they wanna make a buck When sh** is marketed, the artistry diminishes They have to spread the sh** across the country to the businesses For more leverage and the advertising rights To keep the rigid, all position, it's a vicious cycle The only thing that suffers is the music quality Honestly, but provides jobs to help out the economy The most important thing should be the culture But the vultures wanna leech off the trends So follow me (Chorus) Gumz X2 [Gumz] Since when did Hip-Hop become about selling sh**? Selling kicks, selling clothes, selling drinks, selling souls Videos hoes and them weak a** flows It's like anything for celebrity, they need to be known Flown around the country, just another cheap a** clone Spit a poem as I hear another pop song Someone please explain that sh** to me 'cause I don't get it I think it's estrogen, they all kinda feminem, but whateva It's just me, I like that hard-core sh** Stick-up a middle finger, f** the world music 'Cause lyricism, is a dying breed, we need to bring it back And I'm just tryna plant a seed with my raps Can't you see I'm suffering for my cause? What's the cause? f** the money I just want the f**ing crowd to applaud Is you doubting me dawg? You better bow to the floor 'Cause I'm the realest mothaf**a that was ever born (Chorus) Gumz X2 [Versatile] Yo, yo, it's the degree that made the piggy fatter The ladder, demonic seeds that make a biggie platter And shatter part of the soul of Hip-Hop They lack the sense of history Like spitting a sixteen with a beat-box in a battle rap circle And paying respect, and a gold chain to the victor Blistering lyrics of fury that's out to bury Nowadays it's more that of a haze, a cloud around a proud A hole inside the souls of these merciless hoes out for gold And hoping a blood, well they can blow me And hopefully they see that it's not to be Eventually the cycle comes around and bites you Despite the record sale, the heckler's hail And love & war if you can juggle both you will prevail So that's my testament to the ones who made it from the slums I represent them, first and foremost The music movement, something you can groove to This pertains the rooster that once made the Hip-Hop That you hear today, that simply sinking, in the beginning (Chorus) Gumz X2