I Killed Hip Hop

[Verse]
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 fuckin’ hilarious, lemme tell ya
You love hustlin’ 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 fishin’ 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 cause my circle has no lames
Saying “I Killed Hip-Hop” 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…

[Chorus]
Really? The kids want something with a little more feeling
Sealing you up in the walls of your design
If I killed Hip-Hop, 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 Hip-Hop, it needed to die