I Killed Hip Hop

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 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