Dear Hip Hop, I'll love you 'til I die To taste the grace of your embrace, I will try My mission is to utilize my skills on the mic To rid you of the losers, abusers and stereotypes
Dear hip hop, what is the state of your condition? Niggaz be dishin' fiction making my decision a mission To rid them from the planet cuz my tracks hacks their wackness Raps they flap is dryer than habitats of a cactus Fact is I'm raw skilled cuz God filled me with the spunk to be So phat, rappers need an elevator to keep up with me My objective's to be selective with my projections To carry ya beyond the barriers of new dimensions So help me slit the slack bros with wack flows I pack blows to crack foes sweepin' your reach from plateaus With senseless scripts, their lips is paraplegic While the level of my lyrics leave their legion with lesions From when you gave me birth, I've remained true to your rule Yet phonies try to hold me back like teachers did to them in school My promise to punish poetic plagues won't end Cuz ever since I was ten, you been my best fuckin' friend
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Now bredren, I comprehend your frustration affiliation Your evaluation from those outside your nation lacks education Corrupt critics voice views with no validity Claiming you're the blame for violence within vicinities And promotion to penetrate privates' how they depict us So they deface our albums advising parents with stickers Hopin' that our shit will die out They remind me of niggaz in French class not knowing what the fuck they talkin' 'bout Our expressions exemplify reality Through artistic talents found in all municipalities Cuz hip hop, you're growing like dicks during porno flicks Yet pricks be on my back like slaps when I used to get licks Man, even pops gives me no props, not understandin' Why me and you are branded to be lifelong companions No power possible could prevent me to proceed To profess rhymes 'til death like a Muslim does a creed
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Now bro, I know who hurts you most besides those who are ignorant And not articulate is niggaz who figure shit lingers when They travel down gravel roads of trend interpretation These imitations cause no fascination but contemplation Of how they came to commercial composure Probably writing rhymes upside down on a crucifix the way they crossin' over Unworthy benefit reapers, sportin' sneakers and beepers While I be catchin' bags under my sights from sleepless Nights, writing for life cuz I refuse to feel the e- ffects of being known by material memorabilia No matter how they bring you down, I'll stand your ground anyway Cuz H-I-P H-O-P is in D-A-N's D-N-A My tracks axe niggaz like questions, I've mastered all Styles to make rappers look wacker than me playing basketball Sorry for those who represent what you resent Like O.J. Simpson, I'm absolutely 100% Hip hop!