Plantation Rhymes (Southern Hospitality Mix)

[Bigg Jus]
Cultural abandonment, warming planets, no second language
Nuclear dominance, broken family, lack of human understanding
Methamphetamine, drunk driving, crashed the car in the embankment
Killin' innocent children, ethnic cleansing, sin and houseflies
Corrupted lead, excess greed, political allies
For those who vanish or waste away for some profound thought too late
Plantation rhymes, 'cause most of you MCs rhyme like slaves
Baby face, soaked in ink, duckin' out for drink
Procrastination, poor public education, national strategic defenses
Lobbyists with special interests, legislative oversights
Smoke and mirrors, famine, arrogance, controlled deception
Unknown branches of government, blue lodges, paid protection
Gentrification, WTO economic globalization
Third world enslavement, secret handshakes, assassinations
A prayer to overstand, silent cries in the dark
Urban battlefields, cocaine, adrenaline shots in the heart
Cali rhymes in New York, life imitating art
For those who vanish or waste away for some profound thought too late
It's plantation time, 'cause most of you MCs rhyme like slaves
Baby face, soaked in ink, duckin' out for drink
Crazy jewels around the neck, the black range got two Playstations
Hangin' out at the latest mall trying to get spotted, enjoyin' being famous
That shiny jiggy style depress your fellow entertainers
Step this way, and we'll be certain there'll be drama that you facin'
You need to trade in that diamond Cartier and invest in your people's salvation
Plantation time 'cause most of you MCs are not hip hop
Suckin' this bullshit industry hard, bitin' styles and ridin' jocks
That weak two-bit [?] suburban style don't even knock
You tryin' to act like you cowboy runnin' through the wildest Bronx blocks
So fine disco agent [?] adjacent
Thousands came before you to lay the foundation of what you claimin'
Way before it was even known or called hip hop
It was Priest Sweet Skylar, Fast Eddie, Turban One and Turok
Dead Leg, SJK, [?]
While you would urinate in your diapers Cliff and AFX was killin' spots
Clyde, Hoax 62, Charmin Toxic [?]
Too bad, too deadly, too chill, too nice, doom incisor
P13 Airborn [?] and Spicer
Sniper, the flyest names around you couldn't lose
There was Arson, Fief, Soda, bonanza sweet crews
We could take it up into the two-letter throw-up invasion
DS, DY, KB, double O, EX, TO and TI
LE, CE, SR, FS, SE, NE
Up to SB, JA, peace to VE, PG3
Public Animals rest in peace
Peace to [?], BS, BY, B-Wow and TOP
Peace to Billy, Sir Alfred, Dust and Sir TKC
All of this happened way before you got your little fame
You need to check yourself hop aboard the 6, peep the fresh [?] stage
Little toys

[sample]
Stop doing that way... violatin'
Hip hop