Gold chains litter the ground mics slowly fade to dust.
In the hip-hop world before us we rapped about the world and what was around us. Now we rap about the bitches and hoes the glories and gold.
Not realizing that hip hop was apart of my soul.
Hip hop was my escape and now we only talk about bitches getting raped.
It was my hopes and dreams my shelter so peaceful and serene.
Now it seems as though it was just a beautiful dream.
Blinded my ignorance now we rap about the ice and cream.
It’s no longer a piece of my heart a piece of my soul but now it seems as if these new rappers have fell away from my old techniques and do it now only 4 the gold.
We’ve gone from talking bout our culture and love,
2 now we talkin bout who’s the true thug who’s souls will never reach above. We got niggaz poppin slugs when we should be showin love.
As god once stated life is all about loving those who are present instead of poppin shells which take lives and erase it. I
n earlier hip-hop the women rapped about female empowerment and now all the women rap about is how many niggaz they’ve had sex with, now we got rappers talkin about being a pimp when they all a bunch of wimps.
Old School was all about the lyrics now but now it’s all about the beats.
But now all I see is the blood of hip-hop coming at the hands of grillz and spinnin rims HIP HOP IS DEAD.