Hip hop is always changing, and at times, we just can't connect like we used to. It can feel like a love / hate relationship, but either way, hip hop... from death 'til us part (and you know the rest).
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Lyrics
T:
Everyday on the stereo, the airplay scenario
never changes, cameos with the same kids
and radio playlists obeys only those
with the right cash flow to buy a radio show
and thats the way that it goes, its frustrating i know
cuz most of these supposed emcees got debatable flow
whered all the greater ones go, you know the ones that made impressions
that lasted, pulled you with connections surpassing
back when rapping was never lacking passion
and could move your body as well as your synapses
what happened, cuz you once took care of me
my therapy, on some days the air i breathe
so where did we fall apart catastrophic
we had it we lost it and now we outta options
yet i think about you often, is this a hopeless cause
cuz i wrote you a letter but got no response
Direct:
See the, fact is, though I can hear your voice,
All I get is static cuz all you chat about is noise
speaking gibberish, trying your best to sound witty with
flashy sentences, that lack substance and significance
and that's the fucking difference you're missing that charisma,
hell we don't even talk anymore your voice isn't familiuh
instead of telling me tales of the struggle and survival
u spend all of your time going to clubs and getting high so
really, it's hard for me to relate,
but yo I'm glad you're having fun cuz we all need that somedays.
but don't neglect your roots, your family and all the kids, cuz
they grow up confused, and follow your influences
just like I did, you were my source of inspiration.
you were my magnetic north... I was your creation.
so, come back home cuz this lonliness hurts
hip hop, you're my one and only, my first.
CHORUSx2
Hip hop,
what's going on?
You're like a stranger now,
tell me what's gone wrong.
Didn't mean for us to lose touch
through the struggle and strife
but do trust, til death do us,
u're still the love of my life.
T:
dear hip hop this aint a love letter
aint a cliche about staying thru the rough weather
cuz you've heard that before and im certain your bored
from hearing the same old absurd metaphors
but fact is, im hit with some recent nostalgia
reminisce shit hip hop do you recall the
longevity of our fond memories
how you stayed in my mind all your song melodies
and remember the time, i would scribble down rhymes
in my margins, while my friends were all busy carving
names of their crushes, and high school darlings
but me i was in love with, your ice smooth jargon
and thats why its bothering, me that we can't
see eye to eye can i please have the chance
to revive the days before our separate ways
cuz without you its desolate, im desperate stay
Direct:
Yo I miss ya, wonderin, where ya been?
we've grown distant, when we used to be like best friends.
back then, in junior high, it was u and i,
we went everywhere together, or at least we would-try,
like, I'd sneak ya into class, but my teacha wouldn't have it.
Cuz when we were together, I tended to get distracted.
but there I sat acting, pretending that I was listening,
to the lessons of academics, when only you had my attention.
so then when, school was out, I learned from you
Every wise word you spoke to me turned into
the best advice I used to guide me through the life I knew.
But now the times have changed and damn I can't find you.
so what, do I do, now that I need you more than ever,
cuz the closest i can get to you is writing this letter
in hopes that it will deliver to where it's chartering to
i've done a lot of soul searching, but it's harder with you
CHORUS