Whatever Happened To Hip Hop?

The life of hip hop, so far...

Chorus: Whatever happened to hip hop? ey!

Whatever happened to hip hop? ey!

Whatever happened to hip hop,

Cause hip hop used to be great,back in the day! (X2)

 

He used to flow about interesting stories,

Was never interested in the fame or the glory.

He kept it clean,

Never needed to cuss or sound mean.

Was straight to the meaning in each joint,

He used to tell it how it was on-point.

Parents didn't appreciate him then,

But they didn't mind too much, he was good to friends.

Anyone who gave him a listen,

He used to make em smile and their eyes would glisten.

Gleam with self-esteem as hip hop opened new dreams.

He was never about schemes or making profits,

You record his ideas on tape, no need to pull the wallet out the pockets.

He was all about the music,

Not making a worthless hit.

His verses were pushing the limits-

He was the truth,

Not a gimmick.

He kept it positive with the kids,

So why did things have to turn out the way they did?

 

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He started messing with the gangsters.

Tough talkers who started beef,

And words he never used before appeared on his loose leaf.

Anger and pain, straight from the brain,

Talk of shooting someone just to steal their chain.

He started talking about getting high,

And popping pills for aiding homicide.

When he got on TV,

Mothers covered their childs eyes.

But the kids wanted more of his lyrical supply.

Gold and diamonds, platnium grills-

Uzi's to make blood spill.

At first it was against his will,

But after no one could get their fill,

He decided he would invest himself in rapping about money and honeys,

Dark clouds to block all that's sunny.

 

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He started making up dances that would be a mockery,

But it would look cool to the fiends.

He gave up on being an intellectual,

And decided to chase green till his pockets were full.

Parents started calling it bull sh*t,

But he never got upset, cause he could just toss a couple hundreds up and twist his fingers with the sign for the WEST.

Then he'd represent the EAST, and show how he was a beast,

Let other rappers eat each other in a demonic feast.

They blazed their guns and made blood run,

Hip Hop claimed it grew up,

It was no longer about fun...

He became something more lame,

Talked about strippers and f*ckin' ho's to get more fame.

Called a woman a B*TCH, instead of a dame,

And everyone started hopping on the train.

Now his industry workers have lowered their standards,

They walk around with diamond mouths, acting like blizzard hazards.

Hearts as cold as ice,

Nomore playing Nice;

Hip Hop sit's on his thrown with a diamond studded knife-

With a power hungry chick as his wife...

Maybe a lyrical messiah will help him get his life right...

 

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