He wants to be
one of the greatest rappers like Jay-Z,
Struts around like he's a leader like he's Martin Luther King,
Claiming that he's…the next Ali in hip Hop and R&B,
I'm like "Boy, please."
Just because you let your balls sag like they weigh a G,
And you run around like you're T.I.'s twin brother saying that you're a king,
Don't guarantee you a spotlight to do anything,
Not to crush your hopes and dreams,
Or should I say everybody's dream?
Everybody wants to ditch an education to be on TV,
Thank your 3rd grade teacher for showing you how to rhyme;
Now you can do anything,
Sell a little here, a little there, to master that CD,
You don't even need talent anymore, it's getting crazy,
You say, "This is why I'm hot,"
But you're not giving me a reason to fan myself,
Somebody help,
Because if I walk it out one more time,
I'll trip over myself,
These lyrics today that we face,
I can't relate,
To the guns, expensive cars, and all that money can make,
No, I don't have gold teeth,
Or ten honeys on my whip,
I don't prefer to superman any hoes,
Or act like I'm a pimp,
No, I'm not a very freaky girl,
I don't need to drop it like it's hot,
Don't Ayo...no technology on me,
And please,
It's not cool to get shot,
Hip Hop was once relative,
To black culture,
But now we have become vultures,
Eating away from the true meaning of Hip Hop,
From KRS-ONE,
To RUN-DMC,
When there was once no CD's or MP3's,
Positive messages were sent,
That captivated and motivated,
Our society and it went,
Out the window,
Now all we can do is be hopeful,
Waiting for Common, Kanye West,
Mos Def, Lupe Fiasco,
To overcome and play a role,
And get Hip Hop back on track,
To how its suppose to go,
So we can stop listening to this nonsense,
Hip Hop is dead,
Who killed it?
Our generation did.