Hip Hop is dead
Please bow your heads
To remember our love Hip Hop
Dearly beloved we are gathered here today
Because Hip Hop has died
Rest in peace Pac, Jay, and BIG
Let us remember the good old times
To the Bronx corners
And street rhymes
When this was born
Before it was torn
Between two coasts
Before Fat Joe jumped into pools with mink coats
To the Bronx corners
And street rhymes
When this was born
Before it was torn
Between two coasts
Before Fat Joe jumped into pools with mink coats
Run DMC and LL Cool Jay they are my idols
They paved my way
So that I may fall in love with Hip Hop
Kangol hats and rope chains
Now we've got rims and braids
It's all changed
Remember back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
Or gangstas paradise
Not this because you don't like Dipset there's gotta be a fight
It was all a dream for BIG
A dream that I wish to wake up in daily
And like Lupe Fiasco I can Daydream
Like Jay Z I want to have a moment of clarity
True Hip Hop has died
People in the industry don't even write their own rhymes
Since when can Camron become more lyrical then Rakim?
Because he became Hip Hop's Dr Seuss
Check the pulse people
Hip Hop has died
Let that settle in your minds
Cribs BET and Pimp My Ride?
When all I want to do is be heard
Not to see 300 dudes on a curb
They paved my way
So that I may fall in love with Hip Hop
Kangol hats and rope chains
Now we've got rims and braids
It's all changed
Remember back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
Or gangstas paradise
Not this because you don't like Dipset there's gotta be a fight
It was all a dream for BIG
A dream that I wish to wake up in daily
And like Lupe Fiasco I can Daydream
Like Jay Z I want to have a moment of clarity
True Hip Hop has died
People in the industry don't even write their own rhymes
Since when can Camron become more lyrical then Rakim?
Because he became Hip Hop's Dr Seuss
Check the pulse people
Hip Hop has died
Let that settle in your minds
Cribs BET and Pimp My Ride?
When all I want to do is be heard
Not to see 300 dudes on a curb
Who just want 15 seconds of fame
For a name that in less will be forgotten
Talib Mos Jay Nas
Those names should strike a chord
They are Hip Hop's children
Hip Hop I too wish to be yours
Hip Hop had lived a short term life
What ever happened to rappers who write
Their own lyrics
Lets be serious
Your telling me 50 is the man
But you can't understand
Why I put LL above him
That's madness
I've gone days listening to #1 hits
That make me sick
Chicken Noodle Soup
Laffy Taffy
Ridin Dirty
And you ask me why I wish to become new Hip Hop
Because apparently he can't stop and won't stop
But each time his album drops it's not hot
Let us hope to one day bring Hip Hop back from the dead
Yes I hope it wasn't true those words I saidFor a name that in less will be forgotten
Talib Mos Jay Nas
Those names should strike a chord
They are Hip Hop's children
Hip Hop I too wish to be yours
Hip Hop had lived a short term life
What ever happened to rappers who write
Their own lyrics
Lets be serious
Your telling me 50 is the man
But you can't understand
Why I put LL above him
That's madness
I've gone days listening to #1 hits
That make me sick
Chicken Noodle Soup
Laffy Taffy
Ridin Dirty
And you ask me why I wish to become new Hip Hop
Because apparently he can't stop and won't stop
But each time his album drops it's not hot
Let us hope to one day bring Hip Hop back from the dead
Let's bow our heads and remember Hip Hop is dead
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