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I'm fallin' up of stairs
Scrapin' myself from the
Jumpin' from rivers to
in pure air

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

Tuba lips swollen beyond
Diamond-studded teeth strewn like rice at wedding
The bearer bore bad news
Minister of wrote the wrong proclamation

An' now everyone's singin' the song
Dissonant chords find like nooses
That kicked the chair from under my feet
Harlem shakin' a rope but still on beat

Damn, loop is tight
That nigga a way to sample the way the truth the light
Can't wait to play myself at the tonight
Niggas are die

Cop car swerves to the side of the
Hip hop takes its last
The cop scrawls vernacular manslaughter on a pad
Then balls the paper into his hand decidin' he'd rather

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

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

So my aliens at? Girl, we all illegal
This ain't for us, it's for rich 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 shit has gone too far,
Please see that turntables an' mixer are to Kool Herc, stop

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

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

Please inform all interested
That cash nor murder have been included to of elements, stop
We are discontinuin' our of braggadocio
In light of the trend in 'Realness', stop

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

These thugs can't fuck with me, they're too out
think I'm bugged out 'cause I ain't Sean John or Lugged out
This ain't hip hop no more, son, bigger than that
This ain't ghetto no more, black, bigger 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 can't buy shit to not get

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

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

It's that