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I'm fallin' up of stairs
myself from the sidewalk
Jumpin' rivers to bridges
Drownin' in air

Hip hop is on the side of the road
Half to itself
Blood scrawled over its flesh like jazz
Stuffed an over sized record bag

lips swollen beyond recognition
Diamond-studded teeth strewn like at Karma's wedding
The bearer bore bad news
Minister of Information the wrong proclamation

An' now everyone's singin' the wrong
Dissonant chords find necks nooses
That nigga kicked the chair from under my
Harlem shakin' from a rope but still on

Damn, loop is tight
That nigga found a way to sample the way the the light
Can't wait to myself at the party tonight
are gonna die

Cop car swerves to the of the road
Hip hop its last breath
The cop vernacular manslaughter on a yellow pad
Then balls the into his hand decidin' he'd rather freestyle

"You have the right to silent"
"You have the right to silent"
An' you should have, maybe you should have
Before your bullshit

thugs can't fuck with me, they're too thugged out
Niggas think I'm bugged out I ain't Sean John or Lugged out
This ain't hip hop no more, son, bigger than that
ain't ghetto no more, black, it's bigger than black

So my aliens at? Girl, we all illegal
This system ain't for us, it's for people
An' you rich, dawg, you just got money
But you can't buy shit to not get

to Hip Hop
Dear Hip Hop,
This has gone too far, stop
Please see turntables an' mixer are returned to Kool Herc, stop

The ghettos are off beat, stop
The master of ceremonies forgotten
That they were once and have neglected
The occasion of this ceremony,

Perhaps we should not have encouraged
To use cordless
For they have walked too far from the
An' are emittin' a lesser frequency,

Please inform all parties
That cash nor murder been included to list of elements, stop
We are our line of braggadocio
In light of the current in 'Realness', stop

As an alternative, we will be confiscatin' supplies
An' replacin' them with mushrooms
In hopes of helpin' see beyond their reality, stop
Give my to Brooklyn

These thugs can't with me, they're too thugged out
Niggas think I'm bugged out I ain't Sean John or Lugged out
This ain't hip hop no more, son, bigger than that
ain't ghetto no more, black, it's bigger than black

So where my aliens at? Girl, we all
This system ain't for us, it's for people
An' you ain't rich, dawg, you got money
But you can't buy shit to not get

These cats can't with me, I purr purple
Sold, increased, toe shell like a
I the streets like the lie that I'm tellin'
One grips me and starts yellin'

I see speakers, I speak what's seen
I eat and shed, I and dream
I walk the of London like, "'Know what I mean?"
An' chillin' rack a momma, crib soy beans

It's that