I'm fallin' up flights of stairs Scrapin' myself from the sidewalk Jumpin' from rivers to bridges Drownin' in pure air Hip hop is lyin' on the side of the road Half dead to itself Blood scrawled over its mangled flesh like jazz Stuffed into an over sized record bag Tuba lips swollen beyond recognition Diamond-studded teeth strewn like rice at Karma's wedding The ring bearer bore bad news Minister of Information wrote the wrong proclamation An' now everyone's singin' the wrong song Dissonant chords find necks like nooses That nigga kicked the chair from under my feet Harlem shakin' from a rope but still on beat Damn, that loop is tight That nigga found a way to sample the way the truth the light Can't wait to play myself at the party tonight Niggas are gonna die Cop car swerves to the side of the road Hip hop takes its last breath The cop scrawls vernacular manslaughter on a yellow pad Then balls the paper into his hand decidin' he'd rather freestyle"You have the right to remain silent""You have the right to remain silent" An' maybe you should have, maybe you should have Before your bullshit manifested These thugs can't **** with me, they're too thugged out Niggas think I'm bugged out 'cause I ain't Sean John or Lugged out This ain't hip hop no more, son, it's bigger than that This ain't ghetto no more, black, it's bigger than black So where my aliens at? Girl, we all illegal This system ain't for us, it's for rich people An' you ain't rich, dawg, you just got money But you can't buy shit to not get hungry Telegram to Hip HopDear Hip Hop, stop This shit has gone too far, stop Please see that turntables an' mixer are returned to Kool Herc, stop The ghettos are dancin' off beat, stop The master of ceremonies have forgotten That they were once slaves and have neglected The occasion of this ceremony, stop Perhaps we should not have encouraged them To use cordless microphones For they have walked too far from the source An' are emittin' a lesser frequency, stop Please inform all interested parties That cash nor murder have been included to list of elements, stop We are discontinuin' our line of braggadocio In light of the current trend in ' Realness', stop As an alternative, we will be confiscatin' weed supplies An' replacin' them with magic mushrooms In hopes of helpin' niggas see beyond their reality, stop Give my regards to BrooklynThese thugs can't **** with me, they're too thugged out Niggas think I'm bugged out 'cause I ain't Sean John or Lugged out This ain't hip hop no more, son, it's bigger than that This ain't ghetto no more, black, it's bigger than black So where my aliens at? Girl, we all illegal This system ain't for us, it's for rich people An' you ain't rich, dawg, you just got money But you can't buy shit to not get hungry These cats can't **** with me, I purr purple Sold, increased, toe shell like a turtle I walk the streets like the lie that I'm tellin' One listener grips me and starts yellin' I see through speakers, I speak what's seen I eat and shed, I sleep and dream I walk the streets of London like, "'Know what I mean?" An' chillin' rack a momma, eatin' crib soy beans It's like that