Hip Hop Alias
Chorus twice
Word up, The industry we didn’t suspect to succumb/
Has been reduced to rubble thanks to you son/
It has come, without warning or thoughts of advance/
Its like tango with the enemy, the Devil shares the dance/
Conscious heads know what we deserve of/
Do unto others, without our respect or love/
Check it, watch how kids get easily influenced/
When they watch gangster idols purposely talk foolish/
Speaking gats, and murder is there fashion and lingo/
Fairytales, and dramas are what MTV Raps hosts/
Not to excuse these artists, what’s the bargain/
That a rapper can threaten to kill, but the charge gets pardoned/
Look what has started, and television provides sanctuary/
Praising false Gods while they put men into mortuaries/
I speak now cause it’s a repetitive cycle/
How they get away with it, two words, “My dough”/
This is a title that MCs wear, deadly positions bestowed/
Tupac to Big L, glamour mansion to clouds/
And now they proud, sporting their bullet wounds/
Laughing how 2 inches further, they be resting eternal in tombs/
Nah, this isn’t about to decipher their intellect/
But then again, toting nines and techs, is how he relieves stress/
The theory of distorting your own mentality to cope/
With the realities of life, rather work desk than sling coke/
But then again, if you broke, times not fucking simple and easy/
Striving and still can’t pay rent, the loan sharks patience squeazy/
Listen to me, children adore these stories, another rags to riches/
They cop a glock, jump other Mafia Boss, face left with stitches/
Chorus twice
The weapon is loaded, and the tip explodes profusely/
Someone found another case, gang star trying not to lose g’s/
Reign of terror ended in disaster, lead shells leave parka tattered/
Crew battered, demise was inevitable, whatever, doesn’t matter/
But lives get shattered, it revolves around music’s violent/
Supported and applied at, by the Hip Hop worlds finest/
It’s the kind that, drives Peace Corps to slow insanity/
Fake alias, name robbery, this switch up that occurs bothers me/
Though you were the baddest, yesterday this was your domain/
Now some junkie repping the Streets of Main, begging for cocaine/
Morphene and Peyote to stop the pain, without dignity/
Black Jack, you’re the spade, the end cause by our negativity/
You hear the Master resemble a crisis to the receiver/
The Ceremony then makes the audience a believer/
Dominate male figure, don’t look my way, gun cocks/
Inspired rapper, gave up selling rocks, to end up like Tupac/
What a shame…another brother deceased, never understand peace/
And a passport to Notre Dame, instead of a gun in his jacket crease/
Chorus twice…beat quiets.
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