..Hey guys, I'm researching for tommorow's blog post. So please just sit back and enjoy this poem to tide you over until then.The poem is called The Hip-Hop Debate.
you be the break beat snare drum and sped up soul loop
drivin 'round town in the convertible coups
just sold a million today dude buggin
fuck it that nigga souped
rocked ya addias wit no laces when ya ran thru some places
played CNN to those who tried to see past whats in front of they faces
sold crack rock cuz you said fuck the wicked jump shot
but now you make money by recitin big and pac
lyin all in the videos
dancin wit hoes
could say somethin substantial
but the bling really glows
cant rhyme bout nothin important
just tell us come to one of my shows
started dumbin down ya flows
i been here since ya started
playa ive watched you grow
i could say a lot about you
just one thing i gotta know
why you gon sell out to get ya pockets swole?
you got it wrong pimpin im more than just a beat
im that hot sixteen that rose the Garden to its feet
i started out in parks and the corner of the street
and you mighta seen me grow
but for real you really dont know
what i went thru to get here
how hard i'll work just to stay there
im at the top why wouldnt i wanna be here
you talkin slick cuz its women i objectify
ever realize all the things you glamorize
theres a lot of niggas usin me to get out they dreams confined
you created me then fuckin degraded me
now im reflectin back to you your misoygny vivdly
cant handle what you see
so its me you tried to bury
could shut me down one day
but i'll be back in some other way
so sue me for makin some shit thats hot
and talkin bout makin the bottles pop
i did more than speak on drops
so all thats wrong in you
stop blamin it on me hip hop
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