Commercialize President eyes
When you flash dead faces
These eyes contain no traces
Of the values they use to hold
Today it all fits into the same mold
Make more than the next man, even if it means
Ending a life or cutting a relationship at the seams
Crazy to me... but it happens all over the screens
Look 't- SCREAM- I want to let loose
But, I already see the noose these words will fall to
Uneducated minds that don't want to know any better
As long as they keep finding the cheddar in their hands
They don't realize it will melt through their fingertips-
In time... this rhyme may catch some sense with them,
And even then, I feel it too late, for a corpse to understand.
So, I stand. A lonely man, facing a world that feels the same way;
If only they knew, could comprehend, or be made aware
Of all the blank stares that commercial rap hypnotized
At 160, swiftly, the crew went... dead, dead, dead- Biggie.
And, Pac- why didn't you flaunt your intelligence instead.
Now society lost you, and is still dumb, dumb, dumb in the head.

Ignorant bitches, like Lil' Kim left in your wake
These commercialized stars are so damn fake.
Money, Power, Respect- so Kim spreads her legs
Wide, to engulf the crimes- She empowers lil' girls-
To go get made up, in young years- raped up;
How does her POWER feel, now

Commercialized eyes have hypnotized
Young minds hold onto a broken record
Re-re-repeating-repeating-repeating the same damn thing
Until it catches on at a younger and more fragile age
This cycle is tightening my stomach into a rage
Can someone please stand up and end this hysteria
Where people mock Eminem for spitting in a Black man's world.
Of course, he's different, his words actually make you think-
Stop- and smell the controversy- He pulls the issues forward;
Gets outta da club and cars; away from the sex, drugs, and thugs.
He provides lyrics that contain the missing link.
Raise your signs in protest, but realize what hangs above your head
You're raising the wrong fight, doing what he wanted you to instead-
Bringing much attention to his issues, and that was a fist that hit you
In your stomach, a mind is gullible when swallowed down so quickly,
So stop and think! Attack the issue, not the man making it be seen.

You're commercializing your protest, with hypnotized eyes
March, march, march... chant, chant, chant- I know you won't go
You beg to be seen and noticed; in it, just for the show
Your as hypnotized as the commercialized rap you battle
The problem is, you have written shit and look like cattle
How 'bout spending some time taking productive action
Instead of always looking for the other side's reaction.
I'm sick of hearing roboticized lines in protests
It makes my ears bleed, the sound, so damn grotesque
Your results are as insignificant as your issues.
How many minds are you going to misuse?
And you think you're right to attack Eminem
Who only tries to stay apart from them, and them, and them-
Oh... LOOK! All fingers are pointing at YOU, and YOU, and YOU-
Floating down the mainstream, your current is through!
Take your ignorance to the next guy; I'm sick of your guise
Only beginning to mask the lack of vision in your eyes

Hypnotized by media glamour, chants trapped in clamor
Take a seat and listen to some lyrics that will enamour
Your mind, uplift and unblind your hypnotized eyes
Let go for awhile, and let the spirit begin to realize
All the energy that flows around you, let it surround you
Enwomb you, like a tomb you can be in peace, realizin'
Fearin' death is no way to win; will drive you to sin.
Better to take a deep breath- take it all in-
And face it! There's a lot more you don't know;
It's not about the earning; it's all about the learning
Lessons, I'm about to put you through
To teach you, too, that these eyes are true
They see reality and through it, too
The next dimension
Where your mind is awaiting like a pension,
To use terms that you can relate wit',
Your poisoned messages are making me sick

That goes for commercialized hip-hop
As predictable as Snap- Crackle- Pop
Your dead; brain wasted from laced pot
When will these 50 Cent thugs stop?
Probably not- until they've successfully erased
Every true hope, and left their culture maced
Blinded by hypnotized eyes, trapped in lies
About happiness within the bling- bling- bling
Sidetracked by another hypnotic ring
Which holds no solidarity in the end
You're still dead my friend.