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Use Your Intuition
04:39
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Verse 1:
Hindsight remains the only 2020
Someday we gonna win this unlike Harry Caray
Wurthy that bastard man how dare he
I rhyme revolutionary so alert your dignitaries
16s remain my drug no narc anonymous
My flavor like dry rub, the cook up marvelous
Reporters fond of us, cover us like a throw rug
If bars the engine P Dub must be the spark plug
You catch my verse you’re privy to my presentation
No Zion, my rhymin lift you up new elevations
My relationship with mics, aye, no complications
Silence is deafening so lemme push the conversation
My sensational cadence over production flagrant
Listeners leave comfort zones for my tones they vagrant
“I'm just a kid” with a “simple plan” to go
Locomotive on tracks, I think I can I think I can
Hook:
The state of Hip Hop, regardless of opinion
Is in critical condition and I have suspicions
Why the next gen listens to substance missing
We need to put the disease back into remission
So here’s a ticket homie, ayo free admission
To a classic rendition respecting founding tradition
Envisioning heads throwing fists up for this one
Use your intuition to resurrect the mission
Verse 2:
We stay true vibe purveyors, us rhymesayers
Been at it long enough to deal with all road blocks major but
Like Don Gorske at McDonalds, it's billions I'm servin'
I'm undoing my mileage like a born again virgin
Lyrical suburban drunk drivin' and swervin'
Chaotic, spasmodic at times, the way my verb bend
Definitely a threat when I clutch mics
I got a soft touch, my poetic type how could they dislike
My music invites energy and attention
Hoping to sustain, opposite plot of regression
Provision of bliss, verses makin' more doh than Homer
On your favorite corner like a street performer, drop this beat in
My mind’s swimming pool, lifeguards know I'm too deep in
Best take inventory prevent ignorance creep in
Endless hunt for months to curtail kids silly stunts
Ain't finna let these bad apples spoil the bunch
Verse 3:
Stayin' underground, on this hip hop sound
One of a kind Wurthy a wonder with his strings unwound
I stay smooth fit and grow, watch me prove it yo
My records get more net play than John McEnroe
Real rap sales low, industrial proletariat
But with power and class - celebrate my art from here and back
While no talent ass clowns lambast over tracks crass
You the main bozo in the circus we laugh en masse
If Hip Hop my daughter I'm a parent to cowards
Reprimand ya if you ain't get her back at a decent hour
I drop more keys than janitors, skill ambassador
On the topic of lyrics, damn how good did we have it before
Like most, I was thrust into that pressure to conform
Sell out like Blink tickets, but my testimony is sworn
To keep it real word to mother, they think they future like
Hoverboards, but all they do is hover our cocks brother
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Verse 1:
Hindsight remains the only 2020
Someday we gonna win this unlike Harry Caray
Wurthy that bastard man how dare he
I rhyme revolutionary so alert your dignitaries
16s remain my drug no narc anonymous
My flavor like dry rub, the cook up marvelous
Reporters fond of us, cover us like a throw rug
If bars the engine P Dub must be the spark plug
You catch my verse you’re privy to my presentation
No Zion, my rhymin lift you up new elevations
My relationship with mics, aye, no complications
Silence is deafening so lemme push the conversation
My sensational cadence over production flagrant
Listeners leave comfort zones for my tones they vagrant
“I'm just a kid” with a “simple plan” to go
Locomotive on tracks, I think I can I think I can
Hook:
The state of Hip Hop, regardless of opinion
Is in critical condition and I have suspicions
Why the next gen listens to substance missing
We need to put the disease back into remission
So here’s a ticket homie, ayo free admission
To a classic rendition respecting founding tradition
Envisioning heads throwing fists up for this one
Use your intuition to resurrect the mission
Verse 2:
We stay true vibe purveyors, us rhymesayers
Been at it long enough to deal with all road blocks major but
Like Don Gorske at McDonalds, it's billions I'm servin'
I'm undoing my mileage like a born again virgin
Lyrical suburban drunk drivin' and swervin'
Chaotic, spasmodic at times, the way my verb bend
Definitely a threat when I clutch mics
I got a soft touch, my poetic type how could they dislike
My music invites energy and attention
Hoping to sustain, opposite plot of regression
Provision of bliss, verses makin' more doh than Homer
On your favorite corner like a street performer, drop this beat in
My mind’s swimming pool, lifeguards know I'm too deep in
Best take inventory prevent ignorance creep in
Endless hunt for months to curtail kids silly stunts
Ain't finna let these bad apples spoil the bunch
Verse 3:
Stayin' underground, on this hip hop sound
One of a kind Wurthy a wonder with his strings unwound
I stay smooth fit and grow, watch me prove it yo
My records get more net play than John McEnroe
Real rap sales low, industrial proletariat
But with power and class - celebrate my art from here and back
While no talent ass clowns lambast over tracks crass
You the main bozo in the circus we laugh en masse
If Hip Hop my daughter I'm a parent to cowards
Reprimand ya if you ain't get her back at a decent hour
I drop more keys than janitors, skill ambassador
On the topic of lyrics, damn how good did we have it before
Like most, I was thrust into that pressure to conform
Sell out like Blink tickets, but my testimony is sworn
To keep it real word to mother, they think they future like
Hoverboards, but all they do is hover our cocks brother
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Pete Wurthy Charlotte, North Carolina
Pete Wurthy is a Charlotte, NC emcee who started creating Hip Hop music in 2001. He has performed all over Charlotte and surrounding areas. As the "Rap Mechanic", Pete Wurthy has one mission only: to repair the broken down state of Hip Hop with lyrical substance over super dope beats and energy-packed live performances. ... more
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