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I took a look at the state of hip hop, and it made my jaw
Drop, 'cause it's mostly just sloppy pop, I've watched the
Quality drop over the years, even the
Rap pioneers managed to bring me to tears
It's like everybody stopped tryin', but people keep
Buyin, which keeps the record companies complyin'
And rappers gettin' high and puttin' out this crap
It's pathetic what passes on the radio as rap
I'm flippin' down the dial then I flip it the bird
'Cause every song that I hear is just totally absurd
It's about as fresh as a turd, festering
On the sidewalk as I sit there gesturing
At the radio like the DJ's can see me
I'm screaming so my windows got steamy
Every song sounds the same, if they're looking for
Fame, why do their records sound so damn lame
The beat is a cheesy remix or a cheap rip
Off and the rappers come off soundin' soft
'Cause none of it rhymes and it sounds all wrong
It's like they're rappin' over the beat from the previous song
I get the impression that they really don't care
What it sounds like as long as it's played on the air
And the record companies'll take care of that part
It's pretty sad, but that's the state of the art
Every album that comes out is worse than the last one
Some curses and a verse about how they're gonna blast one
Mumbling the lyrics off instead of really handling
That way you can't tell that they're really just rambling
And most rappers can't even handle that part
So they get a guest appearance by ever rapper on the charts
And when that leaves you feeling all cold and empty
They just add another verse by a dead MC
Rappers now a days come a dozen for a dime
But true lyricists are nearly impossible to find
I remember a time when I would hear Rakim
And say damn, I wanna be just like him
Today it's all about bein' gangstas and pimps
In real life most of 'em are pranksters and wimps
The real gansters are out there buying the CDs
The real pimps are the people in the record companies
So don't tell me you keep it real 'cause you come off
About as real as the integrity at Microsoft
And like them you jam it down our throat every day
But what kills me is it never used to be this way
I ain't sayin' that rap should stay the same for all time
But the least they can do is make an attempt to rhyme
It's like they got their lyrics on sale at the Quick-E-Mart
It's pretty sad, but that's the state of the art
What happen to the rappers who could freestyle, flow
Off the heads of the dome for a little while, goin' wild
Off of the dome for a really long time
And hey how about that they would actually rhyme
Legends of the game have faded away
They can't rip it like they used to back in the day
And nobody stepped up to take their place
So now the race continues on at a lumbering pace
Run-DMC ain't the kings no more
LL's about as funky as a canker sore
Whodini disappeared and Doug E Fresh went stale
And I think Sir Mix-A-Lot got into some bad ale
The Fat Boys broke up and then one of them died
And when I heard that, I sat down and cried
'Cause I realized I'd never get to see them perform
It was the end of an era that I had to mourn
Today's rappers can't cut it like they used to
There's a couple that I like but I won't say who
'Cause by the time this song is done those people might
Suck, so I'm not gonna press my luck, I'm not trying to
Preach, I'm just venting my frustration
At the sense of apathy in the hip hop nation
It's spreadin' all Hova like a rancid fart
It's pretty sad, but that's the state of the art (M_Robertcop) |
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