Testo di 'I Killed Hip Hop' di JJ Demon

I killed hiphop, night of the living dead
A splitting head decision, the ribbon is getting red.
We need to check what we’re selling
Within the biz, if you’re a skeleton
You’re not relevant with the kids
Embellishment’s making a mess
Of your cranium, painting ancient history, mesopotamia

Audio saudi arabian automatic
Switch over to cable, fix all the static
Otherwise you rick-shaw the baggage
And you carry it, you sold heroin
To buy your car? It ain't a chariot
You guys are fuckin’ hilarious lemme tell ya
You love hustlin’ so much, why don’t you marry it?

Grabbing sagittarius, gripping him by the horns
For those that live vicariously threw songs
Don’t embarrass me, this ain't no parody rap charity
What we see’s inherently different than what out parents see
Apparently I’m just glorifying a homicide
Honestly, only the phony rappers were traumatized
You should have dropped 5 years ago
You’re wack to me, under the bar songwriting is unsatisfactory

Don’t bat a lash to me, salt water fishin’
With a shark on the line, “which way to the walt whitman?”
You need to jump off of a bridge, caution:
This entertainers lifestyle resulted in the loss of his head! Fuck it.
Toss him the cred, turn him into a martyr
Put his face on a t-shirt, tell his youngins to come a little harder.
…Like rapping about killing makes
Your dead friends proud, what a dead end, wow

I got out of jail in ‘09 for those crimes
You can read about, came home
And weeded out the people and the places,
The things that were keeping me in the bracelets
Still I gotta walk off 7 years of probation
Only murder these cliches, choking the game
Got my finger on the pulse, I’m about to open the vein

Understand, you’re inching this shit closer to the grave
Kids around the world are ripping
Down your poster, it’s a shame.
Bleeding heart vulnerability, self guillotine
Correctional facility silhouette.
Rehabilitated and still the latest in party technology
All the scene girls are starting to acknowledge me
Halloween synthesizer dancing all over my record
This is like talking to an expert

Walking through a metal detector was a tell-tale back then
Don’t worry it’s just my belt now
Barking at the hellhounds, dressing in obey
Circa on my feet cuz my circle has no lames
Saying “I killed hiphop” is either a bold claim
Or just a good way to rekindle an old flame, whatever

Hands tied together with a blindfold
On this is goodbye forever
The opposite direction from you opening
Your eyes, and your fear is like a casket, closing you inside
All that braggadocio rapping and boasting is a lie
When you feel close to emotional you’ll know I arrived
Cyanide, every time you scribble it you die inside
A little bit, just consider this your final diatribe

Really?
The kids want something with a little more feeling
Sealing you up in the walls of your design
If I killed hiphop, it needed to die
“You’re the reason why hiphop’s dead.” really?
The kids want something with a little more feeling
Sealing you up in the walls of your design
If I killed hiphop, it needed to die