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Let us begin – – What – Where – Why or – When – Will all be explained like instructions to a game.
See I’m not insane….
THAT- WAS- MY- SHIT! - - The State of Hip Hop. – According to me
Ya’ll don’t hear me – this rap shit is for the birds – Fuck what you heard
Rap Music hasn’t evolved, it’s dissolved into a
“Rap / R & B / Pop / (thanks to Nelly) – Country Genre”
And is quickly headed (like my mama used to say) straight to hell with gasoline “drawws”
I pity my children – cause they will never appreciate HipHop the way I did.
They will never appreciate the sound of
mixin’ and scratchin over break beats on the ones and two’s – or the feelin you get when you hear
I GOT SO MUCH TROUBLE ON MY MIND- REFUSE TO LOSE
But now the Potholes in my lawn, have been replaced by these Potheads and their weed
And as much as I try - I don’t understand…Maybe I will when I’m older
But thinking back - why was I probably was the only 12 year old in Compton with
REST IN PEACE - SCOTT LA ROCK scrawled across my PeeChee folder –
right above the football player……
What happened to the true MC’s? All I’ve been hearing now is rappers
And ya’ll just letting anyone join this movement, from B-Ball players to Actors
I mean, I know HipHop is universal, but damn, my stance stands defiant.
Why the hell should we have to endure a rhyme by Shaq or Kobe Bryant?
Bring back the true MC, bring back the live DJ, bring back the true rap the true rap –rap true
Bring back the breakers, the poppers, the lockers, the tags, the Le Coq Sportiff sweatsuits and Kangol caps
And instead “Makin’ it clap” and “Droppin’ it like it’s hot” –
Nigga watch me bust the Wop and do the RoboCop – And ya don’t stop –
And like Sanaa asked Taye in that flick - I ask you
WHEN DID YOU FIRST FALL IN LOVE WITH HIPHOP?
I embraced this music
and aspired to speak in lyric and rhyme to crowds who would appreciate it
and to hear applause once I was through – and I knew - I could do it
Even though this same awkward little four-eyed nerdy pudgy girl with the speech impediment that made her speak like Daffy Duck – didn’t quite fit the image of where HipHop was movin’, --
Poetry was “bitin’ me, fightin’ me, inviting me to rhyme” – so I kept on groovin’
Which was why I still can relate way more with Latifah, Lyte or Miss Melodie
than Trina, Lil Kim or that big booty video ho dancing next to rapper X, Y or Z
Cause now all this music is about Money, Drugs, Drank and Whorin’.
and Ho’s not leavin til “6 in the mornin” “6 in the mornin”
Aw No, in my day at “6 in morning – police at my door
Fresh Adidas squeak across the bathroom floor
Ice T was the coolest, KRS was the coldest, Moe D was the freshest, and PE was the boldest
Steady B, Heavy D, and Chubb Rock, Biz and Prince Markie D
shaped my love for big niggas that could still look fly – with a belly
Run & DMC, Rakim, &
KRS & BDP, Chuck D & Kool Moe D
Showed me ~~~what it took to be a true MC and
Shi… and if you catch me at the right time I’ll even spit some Cube or D-O-C
But what I’m hearin today is not true Mcship – I mean come on I ain’t bein’ no “hater”
I may bob my head to yo little music, shake my ass a bit – but will I miss it 20 years later?
Will you be a legend 20 years later? Will you be KRUNK 20 years later? Or straight BUNK 20 years later?
But the truth of the matter is –
The state of HipHop today is disaster bound
And has been - broken down to it’s very last compound
See how it sounds – a little unrational – a lot of MC’s like to use the word dramatical
Fresh for ’05 – You Sucka’s.
©Cup Of Mocha
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