* I'm on the run

It's after me

It won't stop attackin me

Everywhere I look I see hip-hop blasphemy

Im runnin down the street in the middle of the night

Ill never loose sight

I forever will fight

Why is it after me

Why does it haffta be

So hard to actually

Be an emcee

Commercial hip hop

Just wont stop

Im runnin so hard

But it just wont drop

I duck in the alley catch my breath count to ten

Open up the source and there it is again

Starrin me rite in the eye

Keep regenerating so I no it wont die

I throw the magazine

Look around the corner coast is clean

I take off running

Looking like a dope fiend

The commercial industry daemon

Started screamin

Im out of breath

Barely breathin

Theres must be a way to end this madness

At least knock him out for the count at best

I dash into a record store tryin to avoid him

Some other kids have tried but never destroyed him

I check the stores top 20 see what they got

There he is again and he's got the number 1 spot

I jet, covered in sweat, drippin wet

Kickin gear faster then a turbo vett

Im runnin hard

From this daemon disease

But it doesn't come at ease

When you

The malls commin up on my rite hand side

I figure inside

It be easy to hide

I make my way in this mad crowded place

Everybody's more concerned with this diamonds face

I exit the mall

Leave the back way

Cant take it longer I been runnin all day

I managed to make it to the subway

But the daemons gaining on me so I cant stay

Im runnin as fast as I can

I pause for a second and pull out a blue paint can

I begin taggin graffiti on the wall

As I keep griming the daemon starts to fall

Looks like he cant take real hip hop

Looks like I found out what makes the daemon drop

Keep burning till the wall it lit

And that's it

My tag reads BENEFIT

I ran out of pain just I was gonna do him in

I betta run the daemons getting up again

I exit the sub way back to the streets

Off in the distance I hear some dope beats

I run towards the music I think im gonna loose it

Im runnin so hard the my feet start bruising

I see glimpses



I drop to the ground and start break dancing

The daemon slows down

I pop into a stall

I do a windmill and the daemon starts to fall

Looks like it cant take real hip hop

Looks like I found out what makes the daemon drop

Imma keep breakin

Cept legs start shakin

I gotta stop cuz my body cant take it

I get up

Start runnin again

The daemon does the same guess this will never end

Still I hear the music that I heard before

And if commin from a hip hoop record store

I make it to the side and see ruckus adds

They got 2 turntables and 2 scratch pads

I jump behind the techniques and rip it indeed

I tear up the records till both of my hands bleed

Daemon fell hard that commercial thug

But I had to stop scratchin there was too much blood

I went through 3 elements the daemon still thrillin

Now I cant believe all the blood that im spillin

The daemon gets back up on his feet

I grab in instrumental record and put on a dope beat

I cant run any more no energy

So I grab a mike and scream

Daemon come battle me

I started spittin out metaphors rite and left

I told him that he needs to start bitin less

I told him he needs to come original

I told him that hip hop this is critical

Started shaking couldn't take it any more

Heart stopped beating and he fell to the floor

Looks like I found out what made him drop

And that was the end of commercial hip hop