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

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

Tuba swollen beyond recognition
Diamond-studded teeth strewn like at Karma's wedding
The ring bearer bore bad
Minister of Information wrote the wrong

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

These thugs can't fuck with me, they're too out
Niggas think I'm out 'cause I ain't Sean John 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 my aliens at? Girl, we all illegal
This system for us, it's for rich people
An' you rich, dawg, you just got money
But you can't buy shit to not get

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

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

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