A HIP-HOP EULOGY
I've always marched to my own beat
My mixtape's a different tape
Then your Dolby Surround Sound Stereotypes
They all be like,
"What the fuck is that?"
"Why you bumping that?"
"You's a black dude,
You s'posed to be in love with rap"
Enough of that--
Rap is dead to me
Play "Taps" and let it be
Other than a few cats
It's new jacks that
do rap stupidly
Scream about communities
that's laced with crack
And that wack shit's s'posed to be cool to me?
What happened to Black Unity?--
The tracks produced were all off sampled grooves,
But the message stood true to me
Now it's a fifth
of a quarter
of a half
of what it used to be
Hip-Hop is dead
Give it a funeral,
PLEASE
Can't help but need rock
To bleed through my speakerbox--
The lyrics is wicked
The beats is hot
Organic like a vegan
Speaking to a generation
In a nation where our promised paper speech is lost
Rebels inspired
To level spires
Set up by liars
The government
has double-knit the tether's tying
If i was hip-hop
I'd liplock with rock
and get popular consensus
and undress the pop
Flirt with Kurt's words
and Slash's guitar solos could be my sperm
As I ejaculate off masturbating
To Pantera's verve
Don't mean to be absurd & graphic
But Kool Herc's a classic
And slapping him won't bring him back again
He's earthly ashes
Lyrical misfits
We get this
Rock rhythm
So rock with it
But stop--
listen,
It's got lyrics...
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