If life is tough,death must be easy,
And you might bluff,but check on the CD,
On the backflap,as well as on the side,
After the wack raps and the talk of being fly,
The talk of being high,you'll see where the genre is written,
Now you see it right,slowly gettin' stronger in vision,
Hip Hop/Rap,the only evidence that would suggest,
Any connection or sense of what was expressed,
By the pioneers,now all you have is diamonds and floss,
The music's dyin' here,and somewhere even the rhymin' is lost,
We used to have musicians,now we just have producers,it's sad,
And no more true spittin',emcees went from voices of the future with pads,
To jokers with shining gold in their teeth but it's ironic to see,
How they never shine in flows,it's so weak,all the chronic and weed,
All to get high,but they still get low,a contradiction in truth,
But in all the sex,lies,where'd the respect go?Just a buncha fictions,the youth,
Forgot what hip hop's about,like when Kool Herc first spit out a rhyme,
Lemme tell you what hip hop is now,gotta get this shit out my mind,
When I spit out my lines,and it's dope and it's true,
When I get out my grind,and I bring hope,when it's through,
What is left in me is the spirit of hip hop,the emcees religion,
Whenever an emcee felt vision,or when an emcee fell spittin',
Got back up again,that's hip hop,the passion,the art,
When you smack up the game,take the light and start smashin' the dark,
When you open your mouth and it shines,not 'coz of the shit in your teeth,
But 'coz what you're about is your rhymes,and what you spit is unique,
Hip hop's gone greasy,it's dying 'coz death is easy,you get it?
To keep it alive we be tryin',with these keys that we blessed with,
But life is tough,so it's a struggle,and that's what I'm tryin' to say,
But we gotta fight,be tough and hustle to save hip hop from dyin' today.