SHOW NO FEAR
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INFORMATION
PRODUCED BY
PERFORMED BY
Bevon the Muse, Sebastian Select, Slim Eazy
(Bevon and Sebastian may be referred to as Sebs and Webs)
APPEARS ON
Mighty Mixtape vol. 1 - Tri-Cities, WA Hip-Hop 2009
LYRICS
Bevon the Muse
This is not a beat, it's a glorified metronome/
I don't want to do this in front of your friends, let's go home/
it's time for me to speak, time for you to listen/
I'm glad you've made that decision/
You should not be intimidated by the Boss, who's the Boss?
"A" in the middle - L,A,U,S (Bossalaus) is the laws/
Under Lotus leadership, coincidentally, none could measure the dilly with less than a meter stick/
Some of ya'll would have just said "Bossa-lotus", one of the many hilarious things lots have told us/
Blowing up the 5-0-9 is not the focus, sorry to disappoint but the stock is bogus
Never prophetize in your own land, you need to reach elsewhere, hometowns don't hold hands/
I crossbreed Benjamins to grow grands, we should all get together, I can show the whole plan/
Or don't, I have no need to care, I have enough in formation and there's no need to share/
Keep an eye on the mainstream, don't ever stare, you'll get linked in and forget where to begin/
You don't need to be in lockstep with Lotus, but it sure doesn't hurt to know us/
Bevon the Muse another dialect expert in the language of the unified soldiers/
Sebastian Select
The anonymity of the acronym simply slays half of them from what blasts within/
Like an amplified boom box and who talks echos through time/
Like a bearded vagabond holding a cardboard sign/
That's fine, walk on by, never mind/
The underlying meaning is gleaming like gold, treasures get sold/
But my soul's been tortured and scoured, many times over like Australian rover/
I speak more in wrapped up metaphors and plain text san script/
demand gets supplemented by raw energy, a hip-hop epidemy, named Sebastian Select and you'll never get rid of me/
I live through my verse my lines transverse any and every adverse and it still gets worse/
The narcissist flow, buck shots to the chest, man it never gets old/
Hung out to dry by my peers, shed so many tears/
and still the vision lays clear for all to adhere, show no fear/
