I-95 ripped thru the South Bronx, leavin it lifeless
For gangs n dealers to prey upon the crisis
Those vultures had the righteous left wit tight lips
Handin kids gats or crack like, "yo, ignite this"
People lookin for a light, at the end of the alley,
But it just comes from a gun, or crackhead rally
Tho when everybody had already given their hopes up
Like, fuck life, ready to put ropes up
From the rubble rose a phoenix a glorious art form
Now know as Hip Hop, to keep hearts warm
Trash can souls transformed into firepits
Flowers sprouted outa concrete environments
Gang alliances broken down by Bambataa
If u don’t know who that is u aint Hip Hop partna
The divided were united for all to bear witness
A liberating force, then along came big business
What happened to Hip Hop-- our saving grace?
Heard rumors shes in a tomb with her name engraved,
I wouldn’t be surprised, the way this games been played
Last I saw she was in an office another dame enslaved,
Restrained by iced out chains she wonders how,
These rappers are allowed to pillage and plunder crowds
But im comin for u hunny like a rollin thunder cloud,
Let my call to arms ring throughout the underground...
So here come the corporations to rape ya ass,
Steal whats yours, n create a tax
That got u paying with ya soul jus to take it back
N even then u aint spittin for the sake of rap,
Rhyming about what they tell u will sell the most,
Gota be rich or go to jail to boast
So u try on their ideals like a new outfit
Lost in the money, u don’t know nothing about shit
If it was just u fine, but now u a role model
Acting hard cuz u smoke and swallow the whole bottle
Misleading the people, getting em to follow lies
Like u did, deceived by ya labels hollow eyes
They manipulated u into making urself a monster
Ya just like George Bush--reading off a teleprompter
Like Goodfella mobsters, got ya ass on lock
Just cuz u wanted to piss, n they passed a pot
What happened to Hip Hop-- our saving grace?
Heard rumors shes in a tomb with her name engraved,
I wouldn’t be surprised, the way this games been played
Last I saw she was in an office another dame enslaved,
Restrained by iced out chains she wonders how,
These rappers are allowed to pillage and plunder crowds
But im comin for u hunny like a rollin thunder cloud,
Let my call to arms ring throughout the underground...
She craves the independent, a few enraged Rambos
That’ll massacre these phony, new age Sambos
Hip Hop was treadin water, amidst greedy stars
Then drowned in the mainstream in need of CPR,
I’ll blow the breath in her lungs if u provide the beats
Over her heart, hard enough to divide the streets
Cuz this smothering monotony’s weighin down on top of me,
Glamour n gangsta rap’s got a monopoly,
Radio has made a mockery of democracy,
N im here to expose their fucking hypocrisy,
Ya cant cop a plea--no bailout for big businesses
That swing bling in our faces like, hypnotists
Mesmorize us so we can be easily brainwashed
Hip Hop’s tired of being embodied, by the same props
On a set path, but this is where the train stops,
Lets find our own way, don’t be afraid of the rain drops
What happened to Hip Hop-- our saving grace?
Heard rumors shes in a tomb with her name engraved,
I wouldn’t be surprised, the way this games been played
Last I saw she was in an office another dame enslaved,
Restrained by iced out chains she wonders how,
These rappers are allowed to pillage and plunder crowds
But im comin for u hunny like a rollin thunder cloud,
Let my call to arms ring throughout the underground...
"Looking For The Perfect Beat"----aaaaaah shiiiiiiit! ^5
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