Letra de 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