The Heretic presents an excerpt from Les Visible's : Rapping E=Mc2 upside your Head. A cynical squint at the rap industry. burning and raging till the fuel is gone it's cold and it's lonely and you got to move on. Call a man brother.. if brother he be or you cop to the fact of the real you and me are the same as the other that might just be so but the rest of it's bullshit believe me I know when I rap I often think of Spinoza and Descartes if they were filtered through a buzzard and then turned into a fart they both may have merit though aesthetics tend to vary like the Starship Enterprise from the Staten Island Ferry. You got your Battleship Galactica Michael Jackson faggot dressed up like a Christmas tree and you're talking like a parrot every single rap song can't remember what it said the [Mc]donalds side of music it's disposable and dead It leaves plastic cartons rotting on the sidewalks of your mind you're bitch end up for Wal-Mart they are porking your behind the shit! comes on the radio thumping saying nothing bitch this and punk that brain rape jackhammer bad fucking technique nowhere repetition can't get no relief sounds like machinery from a factory in Hell dense as a brick of compressed shit this garbage really smells.
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