I Killed Hip Hop
(专辑: Funeral Disco - 2010)
I
killed hiphop, night of the
living dead, a
splitting head decision, the
ribbon is getting red. We need to check what we're selling within the
biz, if you're a
skeleton you're not relevant with the
kids. Embellishment's making a
mess of your cranium, painting ancient history, Mesopotamia Audio Saudi Arabian automatic, switch over to cable, fix all the
static Otherwise you rick-shaw the
baggage and you carry it, you sold heroin to buy your car? It ain't a
chariot. You guys are fucking hilarious, lemme tell ya. You love hustling so much, why don't you marry it? Grabbing Sagittarius, gripping him by the
horns for those that live vicariously threw songs. Don't embarrass me, this ain't no parody rap charity, what we see's inherently different than what out parents see. Apparently I'm just glorifying a
homicide, honestly, only the
phony rappers were traumatized. You should have dropped 5
years ago, you're wack to me, under the
bar songwriting is unsatisfactory. Don't bat a
lash to me, salt water fishing with a
shark on the
line, “Which way to the
Walt Whitman?” You need to jump off of a
bridge, CAUTION: This entertainers lifestyle resulted in the
loss of his head! Fuck it. Toss him the
cred, turn him into a
martyr, put his face on a
t-shirt, tell his youngins to come a
little harder. …like rapping about killing makes your dead friends proud, what a
dead end, WOW. I
got out of jail in '09 for those crimes you can read about, came home and weeded out the
people and the
places, the
things that were keeping me in the
bracelets, still I
gotta walk off 7
years of probation. Only murder these cliches, choking the
game, got my finger on the
pulse, I'm about to open the
vein. Understand, you're inching this shit closer to the
grave, kids around the
world are ripping down your poster, it's a
shame. Bleeding heart vulnerability, self guillotine, correctional facility silhouette. Rehabilitated and still the
latest in party technology, all the
scene girls are starting to acknowledge me. Halloween synthesizer dancing all over my record, this is like talking to an expert. Walking through a
metal detector was a
tell-tale back then, don't worry it's just my belt now. Barking at the
hellhounds, dressing in Obey, Circa on my feet cuz my circle has no lames. Saying “I Killed HipHop” is either a
bold claim, or just a
good way to rekindle an old flame, WHATEVER. Hands tied together with a
blindfold on this is Goodbye Forever. The
opposite direction from you opening your eyes, and your fear is like a
casket, closing you inside. All that braggadocio rapping and boasting is a
lie, when you feel close to emotional you'll know I
arrived. Cyanide, every time you scribble it you die inside a
little bit, just consider this your final diatribe… …Really? The
kids want something with a
little more feeling. Sealing you up in the
walls of your design. If I
killed HipHop, it needed to die. “You're the
reason why hiphop's dead.” Really? The
kids want something with a
little more feeling. Sealing you up in the
walls of your design. If I
killed HipHop, it needed to die.