HIp HOp
I know hip hop he said
do you
understand the voodoo
the meat in the street
the word incomplete
the love of blood the soap the suds
the repeating of the beat is the cleaning of the streets the wiping of your telltale heart to groove you.
do you?
America is corpse.
He said, "I try to forget the beat and focus on the words"
Well, It was the last poets
that put the street in quo-ats
The clocks running out they said
What time is it?
You can ignore that tick tock, but its still
high holy noon.
Rythmic rhyming poetry in timing soul asyluming confinement
and the institution is coming for you
hid behind the blacker shadow of the black man, did you
created the monster of the establishment through billions of tax incentives, did you
bought that rootless fruitless human bashing rapper's albulm eminem, did you
America's a corpse.
and you know hip hop?
Painters who painted too freely were shot in their day
the first hip hoppers were jailed and shot in their day
it seems every poet who has something to say
pays for it.
It's a cry for blood the will to stand up the need to be counted be different
say enough is enough.. enough is enough enough is enough
can you say enough is enough
embrace evolution
Are you stagnant man
Are you cement woman
are you so hard and brainless all you understand is how hard your life is
and the necessity of the bullet.
and if you knew hip hop
You'd understand the beat.
America's a corpse.
Do you understand the beat.
It doesn't come from a stereo
does it?
It comes from hands in hair on streets on bare flesh
mouths and knees and chests
The stereo is an impression of the human voice
You Try to surround sound my freedome of choice
You want to see a car shake with ghetto power
Try the bass of a woman when she defends her children and her land
Down the street from you when you crank RIP toupac and Viva la wutang clan
You clean up after your friend takes a 35 to the brain
and tell me that you understand hip hop
because you shop at Sam Goody
America is a corpse
to understand hip hop
you've got to dig down into her veins
because she's on the junk
America is a corpse I said
and We're trying a little electroshock
because unlike some misguided doctors and false prophets
we understand
ignoring a dead heart won't put the beat back into it.

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