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Rappers battle each other

Like one another is the enemy

Meanwhile the real enemy

Is keeping them down

Keeping them rooted on the ground

And while they are making sounds

Their enemies making money from them

But the rappers are to blind to see

To busy trying to be the top G

Stabbing each other as if they believe

They can be the top dog on the scene

But the top dogs are revelling in the greed

Money made from their artistry

In the background they simply reap

The profit from your blood sweat and tears

But you don’t get that from the music you hear

They are anonymous profiteers

While rappers take out each other year after year

The blood that is spilt reflects the tears

Of their loved ones who’s misery is clear

Music is meant to be enjoyed not feared.