Hip-Hop is dead........the wise head said adjusting his dial
Turned it off, grabbed his ILLmatic CD......cracked a smile
Reminisced of past classics, cringed at the current delusion
Of the masses, confusin hip-hop's passing with evolution
Commercial driven distribution of works devoid of spirit
Stereotypical instrumentals drowned with shallow lyrics
Frauds with facades, posing as pioneers of a Lost Art
Ignorant of it's history, to preoccupied with pop charts
And vivid depictions of fiction...........Urbanized warfare
Disrespecting our women, the paraphernalia the wear,
Seems silly and raises a query..............tragicaly derived
...................WHERE WERE YOU THE DAY HIP-HOP DIED?
True a select few display breif resemblances of the past
But the majority unfortunatly often fall short of that class
Am I perverse if a verse from FIFTY don't really move me?
If I fail to concive the creativity in the use of an oozie?
If i'm uninspired by their tired rants of jewels n iced pendants?
Rather be percived as God's Grandson, Nasir Jones descendant
18th Letter advocate..................unfinished Rakim apprentice
Golden Age diciple.......well-learned observer of the vintage
Tracks that so many so called fans misidentify as wack
................Playin my part to bring TRUE HIP-HOP back