Who Killed Hip Hop song by Joe Budden from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Who Killed Hip Hop Meaning
| [Can anybody pinpoint the day it went wrong? I mean, I used to blame Reggaeton, I can’t front I thought all that was corny, was it Ja’s fault? Lil Mo said she ain’t get paid for “Put It On Me” Look, you bring it up and dudes get on some coy shit Was it T-Pain with that funny voice shit? Or was it Lil Wayne with that funny voice shit? The whole game dick rode that funny voice shit I can’t tell when it happened Was it when Lil Jon showed dudes you could sell without rapping? Was it Laffy Taffy? I thought they was kiddin’ Shawty Lo said ‘Dey Know!’, I really didn’t Dancin’ became cool again, then came “Walk It Out” But I ain’t know what the fuck niggas was talkin’ bout Unit kicked Game out, they ain’t give a fuck Then we see the same shit happen to Buck It was a few years ago, but I remember the summer 50 made fans start looking at the numbers A&R’s won’t take risks, they won’t sign niggas The word ‘swag’ came out and started to blind niggas Rap dudes want reality shows And my dumbass was thinking that reality sold Did it start with the iPod? Or when rappers had to pay DJ’s for them to do their job? Now all the content is the same, it don’t differ Everybody sold some drugs or pulled triggers The more you think about, you gonna just get sicker I mean, why the fuck would Nas wanna call his shit ‘Nigga’? NIGGA! Was it when the Wu broke up? Pac, B.I.G., Pun went to sleep, never woke up Lupe was doing a tribute and choked up Some of these stupid ass fans was like, “So what?” Some them they ain’t educated Fuck blaming the south, we ain’t segregated I mean, it was all good around the Kiss and Beans shit Took a left turn around the Kiss and Green shit Maybe it all started when Roc-A-Fella parted Ways, it’s natural to shift toward fame I watched every last one of dudes shit on Dame Kind of got that in common, I can dig that pain When they gave Jay a desk and suit They finally gave a rapper a chance to come execute But somethin’ told me the suits at the tables was hurtin’ They Fired everybody, labels started merging Far as sales? The decline is strong As the experts, they’ll say that the climate’s wrong I mean, some niggas prime is gone I peeped it when niggas started puttin’ fake diamonds on You can tell a dude, “I spit better than you” But then he’ll say, “I’m richer for whatever I do” I seen all this coming, I knew what we was in for Back when Erick Sermon had jumped out of the window Was it when Ma$e retired? He couldn’t hack it Tip could, he just needed some more ratchets DJ’s, Producers, the one’s who get us the farthest Said, “Fuck rappers!”, and they became the artists I gotta talk candid Did we start having issues around the same time Jimmy and Cam did? Or was it when Chingy thought he ain’t need Ludacris? His Next album, found out that that was ludicrous Papoose and Clipse both survived Inking with Jive, then getting jived Your man Jae Hood repped that D-Block gang Then I seen dude dragging his D-Block chain Or did one-hit wonders change it all along? They made labels only want to sign a dude’s song And you really don’t know shit If you think the fans pick the videos on 106 I’m just stating the truth Did it start when Fox stayed in the news More than she did the booth? Or was it when Lil Kim stopped exploiting sex? The fuck is up with DMX? I hope dude’s straight Have an opinion and they gonna say you hate I can’t front, I’m missing the old Clue tapes Next thing, the underground sunk further The feds was on Irv so The Inc dropped Murder I never blame Fab, Jeezy, Rick Ross Did shit get lost when Shyne went up north? I’ll never understand the hiphop police When hiphop is what hiphop needs to police These blatant-ass radio attempts sound so bland Twista kept trying to recreate ‘Slow Jamz’ Then we send the wrong message with our slang Broke niggas blowing they rent to make it rain So you walk in and give a bitch a few $20′s She’ll smerk her face up, looking at you funny This chick told me she only take new money Man, I snatched my shit back sooo fast Or did it start when rappers said, ‘Fuck it’ Sacrificed music and started raping they budget Nothing wrong with dude’s being candy or pop Something was wrong when Joc did the Candy Shop We buying our own records, maybe no one’s to blame Are we a business that we can’t afford to maintain? Second week show that boy numbers ain’t high I hate to break it to you, numbers always lie Or when Ortiz signed to Aftermath And Now he’s feeling the aftermath Was it Fight Klub fucking with them battle raps? Not too many of them gettin’ signed after that I mean, some can’t stay afloat A million Busta albums he’s still not mentioned with the GOATs Fuck looking for answers, time will tell Was it when Def Jam didn’t want to resign L? A 15-year old told me Cass was ass Rather than spazz, all dude could do was laugh Or was it when the whole East Coast fell off? Or got comfortable, maybe dude’s was too well off The more niggas said they didn’t write down lyrics The more it started to sound like they didn’t But, do whatever you can to keep the lights on But Dumbin’ down just became the new “DYLAN!” Honestly, I ain’t know what to think A few years ago we had the young kids wearing pink I can’t blame the fans for not knowing a damn thing When We trained them to be this way I mean showed ‘em whatever to sell with no limits Since the early 90′s, sold ‘em a false image So when some shit comes that don’t fit the mold It’s like mole and nigga you won’t even do Gold They watch the videos See you on the corner with a whole bunch of people and think that you hood They turn on the TV See these video bitches and they think niggas girls really look that good I mean They get so many free verses when the album drops, the shit’s more like a bonus Why pay for it? Why take onus? With one click of the mouse they could own it , I mean some of them are fooled so easily By whatever we say or we show ‘em on TV But that was all part of the plan Or was it when Eminem made ‘Stan’? I swear some of these fans, they put they whole life on the line It’s like they can’t like more than one rapper at a time Less about the product, more about the digits It’s a business, we got less fans and more critics Maybe we at a cross Canibus made one of the dopest diss records but some still say he lost And I ain’t believe my ears when niggas tried to tell me That KRS-One had a rap beef with Nelly If rap was alive, we’d be trying to be the best rappers ever Not the best rapper alive But you won’t get accepted at all if you ain’t street tough Onyx was the hardest ’til Sticky got beat up Now ‘I’m A Thug’ is how I gotta behave If I wanna be paid, if I wanna see praise You know something’s wrong when niggas are getting shot And you gotta sit and wonder if the whole thing’s staged It ain’t REAL no more Or did we just expand on our audience, maybe we appeal to more Or, do we think ya’ll are just getting dumber? We tried to make gettin’ older getting younger Did we lose our hunger? Something’s gotta give Did we outgrow ourselves? Is hiphop for kids? If it is, they turn on MTV Cribs And think, “That’s where these motherfuckers really live!” Or, was it when Lauryn Hill dropped a classic? So did the Fugees, til Wyclef tapped it Songs don’t do it no more, the shit’s shocking Seen it when “Lean Back” had the whole world rocking Now it’s “Fuck your bars!” if your hook is fly So we look at Crooked I with a crooked eye Dope ass rappers ain’t seeing no dough If everything’s commercial, where the fuck is the show? But anybody making a dime, see ima wish well Still we took a big L losing Big L Or was it when YouTube came in the game? Now nobody’s from their living room can make a name Or when Indies like Koch came and blew up Niggas at the majors they literally threw up To some, it ain’t fun no more You know it’s fucked up when DMC don’t talk to Run no more To many egos, like we ain’t one no more Shit’s predictable, niggas ain’t stunned no more We startin’ to see shit we never seen before At one point, we even had the magazines at war OR, was it street DVD’s like Smack? Showed you just how stupid your favorite rapper would act This shit get lifeless When MTV made a list of the hottest and ignored the nicest Changed the whole steelo I mean the averaged fan never heard of Goodie Mob or a Cee Lo But they heard of Gnarls Barkley! And Dr. Carter still say we got a heartbeat I ain’t gonna lie, I was scared to death, straight up I started to hear rumors of an Outkast breakup I was like, “That ain’t true, it sounds desperate” Then started to see Big Boi and 3K separate We had periods where it was drier than a desert Are we all killin’ this shit? Is it a group effort? Are we alive and well or barely surviving? Is it R&B’s fault? Them niggas is thriving Then a lot of people go and blame LimeWire I don’t think it’s downloadin’ dog, the line’s tired Did the fans just get tired of the outcome? One dope single and a bullshit album So they share albums with each other Was it Master P with them ugly ass album covers? Or when we started appearing in the news? Timberland said they didn’t want black niggas wearing they boots I mean, I know it got foggy, at least blurry When the label dude got knocked out by Keith Murray Or was it when we became obsessed with the brand names? Had the kids trying to buy shit they can’t name And some think the evidence is ample Did it start when Puff took advantage of the sample? Is it all watered down with no fire? If you had enough money you can buy a ghostwriter Or the Diamond District, with Jacob the Jeweler Had to buy his watch to be looked at as cooler Fucking with them trends Our stupid asses wasted a hundred grand on shit that ain’t even in Look, is the game now as bad as it’s ever been? It’s not ringtones, just the songs that they represent I heard all of ‘em The sad part I wouldn’t recognize most these niggas if I saw ‘em I can’t explain it, I don’t know what to tell ya Now goin’ Gold is look at as a failure Maybe old heads in charge just weren’t able DJ’s is spinning now with no turntable Maybe the fans are just bored of us Or maybe there ain’t enough room for all of us It’s like, even a friendship will stop at a point Mike Jones went platinum off of Slim Thug’s joint But there’s so many ways to get fuckin’ rich Supahead caked off by just suckin’ dick Did we sell out just to get in demand more? Did we go against everything we used to stand for? Both are likely There’s two sides to a coin, who you rollin’ with: Souljah Boy or Ice-T? Some niggas wanna sit around and complain about I rather analyze, seek how it came about If we could rewind the world We wouldn’t have to watch Flava Flav try to find his girl Look, today it’s all about marketing and promo I remember VH1 was just for old folks But no ma’am If I ain’t know better, I would think that mix show is now programmed We let the power of the dollar annihilate us Now the size of our chain gonna validate us It’s too simple, they can’t think we’re really deep I just heard Chris Brown on the A Millie beat Seen a video, it’s called Lookin’ Ass Niggas Grabbed the remote, tired of lookin’ at niggas But that let a nigga know if we ain’t dead Then we just half alive, maybe brain dead Did it start when Capone left Nore? Nah, he went to jail, that’s a whole different story , Or, maybe somethings really wrong with our ears Obie Trice got dropped, so much for Cheers Female emcees, they don’t ever hit the target Somebody said they saw Amil working in a Target The sad part is we already lost Remy Or did we go wrong when E-v-e got skinny? What’s up with Jacki-O, Rah Digga, that I can’t figure And Trina ain’t been the same since Nan Nigga I know it had to do something to his heart beat When Lady of Rage started doing Steve Harvey I know we caught a lil’ trama Somewhere between Yo Yo, Boss, and Lil Mama Lot of females found another way to extort Most of our video models have turned escort Do anything to see dough So they’ll exchange sex with an artist or director for a lead role Or should we get back to basics? Where’s the Rakim’s or the Master Ace’s? The Big Daddy Kane’s, or did we never recover From Dre not being on the side of Ed Lover Or when rap dude started signin’ their friends? Instead of going out and tryin’ to find niggas with skill Seen it happen when D-12 put out Purple Pills And while the whole hood laughed, them niggas sold a Mil’ Some of us ain’t prepared for something so lucrative I just heard Yung Berg say some stupid shit Like we almost caught one in the torso When each Bone Thugs member took they own crossroads Some disagree, some gotta see the same Or maybe Hip Hop died on Aailyah’s plane If it relocated where did it move to? I still Love H.E.R. the way Common used to Or did Bill O’ Reily come fuck up the spirit? With negative remarks about everybody’s lyrics Spend all this time dissin us Nigga you 95 years old motherfucker shouldn’t be a listener Lost Jam Master, who was tougher then leather Or did it start when Treach started fuckin Pepa? As our jeans got tighter and our tee’s got longer I’m trying to figure which age group we belong to Or did we all go astray, the second Dr. Dre left N.W.A.? I mean in my opinion we was on easy street When he was beefin’ with Eazy-E Or did we get fucked up when producers found a way to cheat? Signin unknown niggas to start making their beats If you sell your own shit it gotta go for cheap Put my name on it and the price increase Or, is it cause everybody’s so self-centered? Is that the reason Hip Hop itself ain’t centered? Or have we already seen this shit with our own eyes? Rico Suave, Hammer, and Vanilla Ice Everybody want in the game so in return You got label executives fuckin’ their interns And anybody lookin’ at that new Vibe bracket Should see that they don’t know a thing about this rap shit Or maybe we shoulda stopped being proud When there was no more Rawkus and no more Loud Tried to get conscious around Vote or Die So they made it look like all our votes was lies As the years go on it’s like we keep gettin more voids We got lost when we lost one of the Lost Boys I knew we was impersonating a fraud When Kay-Slay smacked my man at the awards Regardless, it’s our fault as artists Runnin’ with entourages who act like they ain’t never left the projects Who do we wanna target Will they put an Uncle Murda cd in a Wal-Mart or a Target We got the nerve to not wanna hear Ras Kass But fuck with V.I.C. “Get Silly” and that trash I felt ashamed When J-Kwon told me he ain’t like Raekwon cause he stole his name Was back when everybody in the club got tipsy Now every contract gotta be 360 So fuck eatin’ better scrape the plate Now every beat gotta at least have an 808 Did the lights get dim when we first heard Mims? And said “Another New York rapper on the South tip” Is it overcrowded? They keep sayin “If it’s so fucked up, then do something about it” I doubt it, there’s just one thing they don’t understand That job is way bigger then just one man Or maybe all of these pleas that it’s deceased Is false and it’s right where it needs to be? Maybe we built on something that’ll last forever See ‘Face and Geto Boys just got back together Maybe no one can stop us, even other genre’s now jock us We even doing songs with the rockers How is that the feelin’? Kanye’s amazin’, Wayne just sold a Million We closer to a ceilin’ How are we in a coma? When we the only business you can excel without a diploma Technology changed, made everything simple Myspace is now a dude’s bio slash demo Aside from this rap we generatin’ more money We took it global and penetrated other countries So let’s celebrate, sip some Cris’ Some more shit we embrace just to end up dissed Go and buy the bar out so we can all get bent Let’s go and cop a bunch of cars just to still pay rent Or here’s another bright idea to entertain Let’s go and put our face on the bottom of a chain Are some of us just nigga rich, with nigga money While Jews keep laughin, “Look at these nigga dummies” Should Hip Hop be a steppin’ stool Till we find another role we can step into? Some of us doin’ movies as a matter of fact And some never stopped to plan life after rap I mean, as a whole did we stop movin’ further Around the time Snoop Dogg went on trial for murder? Or was it Scarface creatin’ these clonies? 30 years later everybody’s still Tony Maybe anybody complaining is deranged Can you expect something to grow and not change? We’re socially accepted, deviated our old route To simplify the term we all sold out I think I figured out who’s to blame Started out Obama, ended up McCain So we Kurt Cobain’d ourself and we’re defeated So next time they ask “who killed it” tell em WE DID!!!] |
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