Honest Expression
Binary Star Lyrics

Like sand through the hourglass
Time passes quickly

So are the days of our lives
Just like in a soap opera, life is filled with drama

And for that lie, only we thrive
The world is built on deceit and we thrive in it

Awakenings, as we make the dead come alive
We bring life and energy to dull and lifeless situations

Rise and walk my son, come into the light
Be enlightened and rise above your circumstances

Inside the dark, we illuminate mics
In the midst of darkness, we bring light through our music

Give knowledge to mediocre, the will to Neanderthal
We provide wisdom to those with average abilities and the motivation to those who are primitive

Filter to the smog, digital to analog
We separate ourselves from the pollution and noise, embracing the old and new

We steady advancing, rhyme enhancing
We are constantly progressing and improving our rhymes

Simple minds can't keep up with this
Those who lack intelligence struggle to comprehend our music

I'm a put it on the table
I'm going to be honest and straightforward

I ain't a thug nigga and playa
I'm not a violent or player type of person

I ain't playful, I'm jus' a non-sinner
I am serious and moral, without indulging in sinful behavior

A man without label, standin' on my own two
I am an independent person without conforming to societal labels

Tryin' to stay stable
I strive to maintain stability and balance in my life

Speakin' what I know, to only what I label
I speak the truth based on my knowledge and personal experiences

I ain't the kinda guy who carry out for dough
I am not someone who is motivated solely by money

The material cat who walk around for show
I do not care about material possessions or showing off

I'm jus' everyday, merry-way Joe-in-the-go
I am just an ordinary person going about my day-to-day life

While other's go wit' the flow
While others conform to societal norms and trends

I ain't never been the one to follow trend
I have never been one to blindly follow popular trends

I do my own bit, can't keep up with the Joneses
I do what I believe in, without trying to compete with others

I'm on my own shit, I don't care what you drink
I focus on my own life and do not judge others based on their choices

What you stress, how you dress, or where you got the link
I don't care about your worries, appearance, or social connections

I ain't impressed
I am not easily impressed by superficial things

These lames walk around like mice in the maze
These foolish people wander aimlessly, like mice in a maze

Tryin' to get up on cheese, its just a rap race
They are trying to attain success, but it's just a competitive race

One escapes time seems to make
Only those who break free from societal norms can truly escape the limitations of time

Man worships things over the supreme thing
People value material possessions more than spiritual or philosophical enlightenment

A stop for lots, should I join the hypocrites
Should I conform to societal pressure and become a hypocrite for personal gain?

Or side with the suckers, by choice
Or should I align with the foolish people, by my own volition?

It makes no difference, that you're a product of environment
It doesn't matter that your beliefs are shaped by your surroundings

Is just coincidence, the world's a violent place baby
It is not a coincidence that the world is filled with violence and chaos

There ain't no more innocence, or civil men of penitence
Innocence and truly repentant individuals no longer exist

Just ignorance, casting the right from wrong
Ignorance clouds people's ability to distinguish between what is right and wrong

They mimic shit they see on TV or hear in a song
They imitate what they see in media, without thinking critically

What they tell you they on, a sucker act up every minute
They claim to be something they are not, constantly engaging in foolish behavior

The righteous live on, but them niggas is invented
Those who are true to themselves and their principles continue to exist, while the fake individuals are made up

Yo, I ain't hardcore, I don't pack a nine millimeter
I am not a violent person who carries a gun

Most a y'all gangsta rappers ain't hardcore neither
Most of the so-called gangsta rappers are not truly hardcore

Whoever get mad, then I'm talkin' 'bout you
If you are offended by my words, then I am referring to you

Claim you fear no man, but never walk wit' our crew
You claim to be fearless but refuse to associate with us

Where I'm from, your reputation don't mean jack
In my community, your reputation holds no value

So what, you pack gats and you sell fiends crack
Just because you carry guns and sell drugs, it means nothing

You ain't big time, my man
You are not significant or important

You ain't no different from the next cat in my neighborhood who did time
You are the same as any other person in my neighborhood who has been in prison

Rhyme after rhymes it's the same topic
In their lyrics, they repeatedly talk about the same things

What make you think you hardcore 'cause you was raised in the projects
Just because you grew up in a poor neighborhood does not make you hardcore

Broke-ass finally got a hundred in your pocket
You finally have a little money, but you are still broke

Now you on the mic, spittin' money's no object
Now that you have some money, you act like it's not a problem

What you say is bullcrap, if you wasn't wit' your crew
Your words are not credible if you are not with your friends

Or wasn't drunk off the brew, would you still pull gats?
If you were not under the influence of alcohol, would you still carry guns?

You need to stop fronting or you headed for self-destruction
You should stop pretending or else you will face your own downfall

Yeah, today's topic, is self-destruction
Today's focus is on the negative consequences of one's actions

I ain't talkin' 'bout the KRS-One discussion
I am not referring to the specific discussion by KRS-One

I'm talkin' 'bout the one-too-many ignorant suckers
I am referring to the numerous foolish individuals out there

Lyin' on the mic to my sisters and brothers
Spewing lies on the microphone to deceive our community

Every time you listen to the radio
Whenever you listen to the radio

All you hear is nonsense, they never play the bomb shit
You only hear meaningless music, they don't play the truly great tracks

Everything that glitters ain't gold
Not everything that appears valuable or attractive is actually valuable

And every gold record don't glitter, that's for damn sure
Not every successful record is actually worth praising

Y'all need to be cool as shit
You all need to calm down and relax

Tryin' to teach you from the heart
I am trying to impart wisdom and knowledge sincerely

Y'all rambling on, and ain't sayin' nothing
You are just talking aimlessly and not saying anything of value

I'm busy in the mind
I am preoccupied with deep thoughts

I'm a go invent, I think I'll elevate my mental
I am going to be creative and elevate my intellectual capacity

Yo, see cats got confused somewhere man (confused)
People became confused at some point

About what hip-hop was, you know what I'm sayin'
They became uncertain about the true essence of hip-hop

Or what hip-hop is, (it's business yo) you know it
Or what hip-hop has become, it has become heavily influenced by business

It's all business
The music industry is primarily driven by financial gain

You know that's bullshit, right? That's nigga talk, nigga talk
That's a false statement, it's just empty talk

But if you want to make money yo, I got it broke down though
But if you are interested in making money, I can explain it to you

You got hip-hop, then you got hip-pop
There are two different versions of hip-hop, the true essence and the commercialized version

Hip-pop? (hip-pop)
Yes, the mainstream, commercialized version of hip-hop

Alright, (but a lot of cats want pop)
But many artists want to create popular, mainstream music

Yes, (know what I'm sayin')
That's what I mean, do you understand?

It used to be real hip
Hip-hop used to be authentic and true to its roots

You got the top forty version of hip-hop
Nowadays, you have the watered-down, mainstream version of hip-hop

I still got something else, something else that I wanna get off my chest
I still have something else I want to express

What? (know what I'm sayin'?)
You understand what I'm saying?

How many cats you know
Do you know any individuals

Speak the ill-legit rhyme after rhyme diligent
Who consistently deliver illegitimate and meaningful rhymes

Eighty-five percent represent ignorant
Most of them represent foolishness and lack knowledge

Either you innocent or guilty
You are either naive or responsible for your actions

Some of my favorite emcees fell of
Some of my favorite rappers lost their way

It damn near killed me
It was almost unbearable for me to witness

Lookin' at the kids that was true hip-pop
Looking at the younger generation who truly understood hip-hop

Nowadays them cats don't even do hip-hop
Nowadays, those individuals don't even make real hip-hop music

Rap got 'em brainwashed, with cats that don't last
The rap industry has brainwashed them, promoting artists with no staying power

And five minutes of fame, that's when it's a shame
Achieving only brief moments of fame, which is truly a shame

Seein' real emcees tryin' to imitate rappers
Witnessing genuine rappers attempting to imitate the commercialized version of hip-hop

If you ask me, they goin' out ass-backwards
In my opinion, they are going in the wrong direction

Trading in respect to push a fat Lex'
Sacrificing respect in order to attain material possessions

Puff rhymin' on the remix, what's next?
Collaborating with popular artists on remixes, what will they do next?

It hurts so bad, I wanna smack 'em
It pains me so much that I want to physically hit them

My favorite crew members break up
The members of my favorite rap group separate

Turn around and join whack ones
And then join less talented groups

This is dedicated to you hip-hop hypocrites
This is a message for the hypocritical individuals in the hip-hop industry

Droppin' whack songs, like you don't give a shit
Releasing terrible songs without caring about the quality

I ain't got nothin' against nobody trying to make a decent living
I do not have any issues with people trying to earn a respectable living

It ain't the money that's the issue
The problem is not with money itself

Only if that's the reason why these cats ain't makin' decent music
Only if they are making terrible music because of their pursuit of money

That's when I got beef wit' you
That's when I have a problem with you

And I'm a bring it to you like never
And I will confront you in an unprecedented manner

Go ahead, call me player-hater if it make you feel better
Feel free to label me a hater if it makes you feel more secure

Try to jump my crew if you cats feel boggy
If you are brave enough, try to attack my crew

You need to wake up, and smell the damn coffee
You need to realize the truth of the situation

Know what I'm sayin', these whack emcees...
Do you understand what I'm saying? These untalented rappers...