He's coming
7.13 pm - computer screen buzzing
There's blood on the floor
The music scene rastas and future street hustlers
Whispers, cocking of guns and sobbing.. He's coming
My name is Hwa - You little kids don't know me
I never sold weed on cold streets.. or wrote 'peace'
I make fire out of ice and admire out of doubts
Name means hiphop or atleast what it once was about
I gave you permission to watch my personal Hell rise,
Before you small minded fucks learned how to spell right
I started writing back in the old times of lowrides
Before every line was half bitten from myspace profiles
I dominated and raised the standard for the average
But I got tired of battles
Swapped RBG for Seven's Travels
Took spex under my wing; and 9/11 happened
Shit, microwave just beeped - feeding time
Just popped in to say: Hello and fuck your feeble minds
Me? What? naw, I'm the kid closing curtains
Perfect? No, I'm a brew slamming guy with a purpose
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