State of Hip-Hop

The state of hip-hop, it’s completely messed up Rappers selling out to record labels for big bucks And fame, letting egos go to their brains Then they’re homeless and poor and it’s a complete shame Every song on the radio is all about the mood Partying and sex, what somebody gotta do To get some conscious rap, something that makes me think We’re on the brink of collapse and they don’t care about the facts? Let’s not forget about fakes who falsify their history All so they can appear to be G’s and thugs Glorifying drugs and the violent lifestyle Which causes people to suffer consequences and get profiled Rap is not a game, it’s a form of expression I guess some people did not make the connection Now hip-hop is dying and in need of a transfusion It may be number one but yeah, we’re still losin’ This is the state of hip-hop Everything’s messed a lot You may not believe that things are messed up But take a look outside, hip-hop is corrupt Rappers don’t take the time to respect their idols Or even learn the history, it makes me suicidal Meaning crazy, how else can I explain it? The industry’s making them insane and ignorant By feeding into their egotistical desires Giving them cars with big rims and tires With which they flex on Instagram thinking they’re on fire Get off that ego trip and start getting inspired Everybody focused on that net worth Trying to be like Jay-Z and that really hurts Money and power combined corrupts everyone And if you lose who you are then you become scum We need to focus here, hip-hop’s in danger There’s no time for you to express your anger Action is what we need if we’re going to succeed Rap not for the greed but because you believe This is the state of hip-hop Everything’s messed a lot You may not believe that things are messed up But take a look outside, hip-hop is corrupt Now I’mma spit some stuff about the war at hand Between old school & new school, what is happenin’? I thought they would learn to get along But instead of adapting, they’re singing the same old song It isn’t exclusive, it belongs to everybody Regardless of race, height or style, we’re all compadres Fighting for the same mission which is to make people aware And if we got through then we know you’re going to care This isn’t just music, it’s a form of expression We all have a voice to air out our oppressions From the police to the establishment to the state of affairs Without hip-hop, we’d probably be broken and scared That’s why we gotta stop fighting, unite as one Maybe then will the mission ever truly be done This is serious, we could die at any second And the world ain’t getting a blessin’, we gotta focus now This is the state of hip-hop Everything’s messed a lot You may not believe that things are messed up But take a look outside, hip-hop is corrupt This is the state of hip-hop Everything’s messed a lot You may not believe that things are messed up But it is messed up and we need to save it