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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
dead to itself
Blood scrawled over its mangled like jazz
Stuffed an over sized record bag

Tuba swollen beyond recognition
Diamond-studded strewn like rice at Karma's wedding
The ring bore bad news
Minister of wrote the wrong proclamation

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

Damn, that is tight
That nigga found a way to the way the truth the light
Can't to play 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 paper into his hand decidin' he'd freestyle

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

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

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

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

The ghettos are dancin' off beat,
The of ceremonies have forgotten
That they were once slaves and neglected
The occasion of ceremony, stop

we should not have encouraged them
To use cordless
For they have walked too far the source
An' are a lesser frequency, stop

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

As an alternative, we be confiscatin' weed supplies
An' replacin' them magic mushrooms
In hopes of helpin' niggas see their reality, stop
Give my regards to

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

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

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

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

like that