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Sintax the terrific - Starving Artist
(from the album Simple Moves)
© copyright 2003

Yeah, yo this is Justme on this track here with Sintax The Terrific
We're just two struggling artists; you know what I'm saying, but uh

Verse 1: Justme
I'm sick of everything these rap stars producing/
From optical illusions to pop sonic pollution/
Introducing confusion to what hip-hop is/
Now Americans gotta learn that from foreign kids/
I'm warning kids, they don't wanna know what morning is/
Afraid they won't learn if they don't feel the storm in it/
Getting harder to do the right things/
With so much goin wrong up on the bright screen/
As is shines in they eyes like the skies above/
From stargazing, it's amazing they don't see the sun/
But they fighting at night, with no guiding light/
Outta heart, outta mind if it ain't in sight/
So many twinkles in their eyes replaced by dollar signs/
But I'ma shine mine regardless of primetime/
It's a fine line between fine night and forever/
But the true light will burn out never, whatever.

Hook: Justme
It's ill being a starving artist (for real)/
Regardless of what the art is (but still)/
Some kill to be a starving artist (sooooo)/
So then it all depends on where your heart is (for real).

Verse 2: Sintax
Yo, I reject the king's table spread with Babylon stones/
Sintax The Terrific not to live by bread alone/
So give me a diet of quiet and solitude/
Revolution is a riot with nothing to prove/
And yet everything to lose, like never before/
If we are what we eat then what are we starving for?/
I mean you must have a reason, don't say it's respect/
Props ain't worth the drops of sweat on daps you collect/
Don't say to keep it real, the culture doesn't need you/
Plus you wouldn't have the skill, dude, to sell out if you willing to/
Don't say to represent, you ain't a freakin' diplomat/
Rapping never asked for you to snap on its path/
I'm just trying to keep it abstract, pack some t-shirts/
Sacrificing cream doesn't get you just desserts/
Flirting with the burden, working fingers to the bone/
Sown a gravel pit a mustard, admit the spot was never blown/
And let's be honest, you give me a hundred G's/
I'll dress like Ricky Martin singing ABBA outta key/
Don't flatter your own artistry, it's not that important/
Got another people that what matters the most's each morning/
While you're sacrificing secret, keeping obtuse metaphors/
Get back to me when hungry isn't trendy anymore/
Sintax and Justme, we're hungry for the title/
While some just keep it real, we're trying to keep it vital.


Verse 3: Sintax
I threw a party at the crib to see if I could have one/
Hit the local store, bought food just to flash from/
Went back to school, see if I could act dumb/
Kicked my own crotch and tried to fight the reaction/
Went to Scribble Jam, woulnd't start snappin'/
Joined a B-Boy crew, wouldn't do the backspin/
Bought a 22, refused to put a cap in/
Tempted every appetite to starve every passion/
Why? You're probably asking, please everlasting/
Laughing while I'm rapping but I'm crying through this pen/
Be lucky to get a two, in your internet review/
And a comment like "He's aight for a Christian dude"/
Well, here's a point of view and I hope that ya like/
You do a good review for a dude who can't write/
Just joking, 'cause cats have been cruel/
But if a diamond is a diamond don't qualify it a jewel/
Independent rule number 9 or maybe 6/
Doesn't matter just remember: they think God is a gimmick/
But pot is legit and glocks make you legitimate/
I represent the rock that is higher than my critics/
"Sintax is dope", that's what Pac and Biggie said/
Quoting dead rappers just to cop some street cred/
I go without bread, take this cross instead/
'Cause if believers are behind then I'm ashamed to be ahead.

Sintax and who? (Just me) Just you
Just two struggling artists just doin what we do
Sintax and who? (Just me) Just you
Just two struggling artists just doin what we do

(*scratched: "Down to the chromosomes, I'm the purest to this art form
Down to the chromosomes, I'm the purest to this art form)
Enlight your hope, I touch