I'm on the run

It's after me, It won't stop attacking me

Everywhere I look, I see Hip-Hop blasphemy

I'm running down the street in the middle of the night

I'll never loose sight, I forever will fight

Why is it after me? Why does it have to be

So hard to actually Be an emcee?

Commercial Hip-Hop just won't stop

I'm running so hard but it just won't drop

I duck in the alley catch my breath count to ten

Open up The Source and there it is again

Starring me right in the eye

Computer generated so I know it won't die

I throw the magazine, look around the corner, coast is clean

I take off running, looking like a dope fiend

The commercial industry demon Started screaming

I'm out of breath, barely breathing

There's gotta be a way to end this madness

At least knock him out for the count at best

I dash into a record store trying to avoid him

Some other kids have tried but never destroyed him

I check the store's top 20 see what they got

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

I jet, covered in sweat, dripping wet

Kick in gear faster then a Turbo Vette

I run hard from this demon disease

But it doesn't come at ease when you run in in Wallabees

The mall's coming up on my right hand side

I figure inside it'd be easy to hide

I make my way in this mad crowded place

Everybody's rocking shirts with the demon's face

I exit the mall, leave the back way

Can't take it longer I been running all day

I manage to make it to the subway

But the demons gaining on me so I can't stay

I'm running as fast as I can

I pause for a second, pull out my royal blue paint can

I begin tagging graffiti on the wall

As I keep bombing, the demon starts to fall

Looks like he can't take real Hip-Hop

Looks like I found out what makes the demon drop

Keep burning till the wall it lit, and that's it

My tag reads BENEFIT

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

I better run, the demon's getting up again

I exit the subway, back to the streets

Off in the distance I hear some dope beats

I run towards the music, I think I'm gonna lose it

I’m running so hard the my feet start bruising

I see glimpses

I drop to the ground and start breakdancing

The demon slows down, I pop into a stall

I do a windmill and the demon starts to fall

Looks like it can't take real Hip-Hop

Looks like I found out what makes the demon drop

I keep breaking til my legs start shaking

I gotta stop cause my body can't take it

I get up, Start running again

The demon does the same guess this will never end

I Still hear the music that I heard before

And its coming from a Hip-Hop 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

The demon fell hard, that commercial thug

But I had to stop scratching there was too much blood

I went through 3 elements, the demon's still drilling

Now I can't believe all the blood that I'm spilling

The demon gets back up on his feet

I grab an instrumental record and put on a dope beat

I can't run anymore, no energy

So I grab a mic and scream "Demon, come battle me!"

I started spitting out metaphors right and left

I told him that he needs to start biting less

I told him he needs to come original

I told him in Hip-Hop, this is critical

He started shaking, he couldn't take it any more

His 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