I'm fallin' up flights of stairs

Scrapin' myself from the sidewalk

Jumpin' from rivers to bridges

Drownin' in pure air



Hip hop is lyin' on the side of the road

Half dead to itself

Blood scrawled over it's mangled flesh like jazz

Stuffed into an over sized record bag



Tuba lips swollen beyond recognition

Diamond-studded teeth strewn like rice at Karma's wedding

The ring bearer bore bad news

Minister of Information wrote the wrong proclamation



An' now everyone's singin' the wrong song

Dissonant chords find necks like nooses

That nigga kicked the chair from under my feet

Harlem shakin' from a rope but still on beat



Damn, that loop is tight

That nigga found a way to sample the way the truth the light

Can't wait to play myself at the party tonight

Niggas are gonna die



Cop car swerves to the side of the road

Hip hop takes it's last breath

The cop scrawls vernacular manslaughter on a yellow pad

Then balls the paper into his hand decidin' he'd rather freestyle



"You have the right to remain silent"

"You have the right to remain silent"

An' maybe you should have, maybe you should have

Before your bullshit manifested



These thugs can't fuck with me, they're too thugged out

Niggas think I'm bugged out 'cause I ain't Sean John or Lugged out

This ain't hip hop no more, son, it's bigger than that

This ain't ghetto no more, black, it's bigger than black



So where my aliens at? Girl, we all illegal

This system ain't for us, it's for rich people

An' you ain't rich, dawg, you just got money

But you can't buy shit to not get hungry



Telegram to Hip Hop

Dear Hip Hop, stop

This shit has gone too far, stop

Please see that turntables an' mixer are returned to Kool Herc, stop



The ghettos are dancin' off beat, stop

The master of ceremonies have forgotten

That they were once slaves and have neglected

The occasion of this ceremony, stop



Perhaps we should not have encouraged them

To use cordless microphones

For they have walked too far from the source

An' are emittin' a lesser frequency, stop



Please inform all interested parties

That cash nor murder have been included to list of elements, stop

We are discontinuin' our line of braggadocio

In light of the current trend in 'Realness', stop



As an alternative, we will be confiscatin' weed supplies

An' replacin' them with magic mushrooms

In hopes of helpin' niggas see beyond their reality, stop

Give my regards to Brooklyn



These thugs can't fuck with me, they're too thugged out

Niggas think I'm bugged out 'cause I ain't Sean John or Lugged out

This ain't hip hop no more, son, it's bigger than that

This ain't ghetto no more, black, it's bigger than black



So where my aliens at? Girl, we all illegal

This system ain't for us, it's for rich people

An' you ain't rich, dawg, you just got money

But you can't buy shit to not get hungry



These cats can't fuck with me, I purr purple

Sold, increased, toe shell like a turtle

I walk the streets like the lie that I'm tellin'

One listener grips me and starts yellin'



I see through speakers, I speak what's seen

I eat and shed, I sleep and dream

I walk the streets of London like, "'Know what I mean? "

An' chillin' rack a momma, eatin' crib soy beans



It's like that