Hip-Hop Chronicles (Part 4)

 

As time was flyin' by, she could only find time to cry

Her empire fallin' down, she couldn't find lines to try

Every fire ballin' 'round, she wouldn't find rhymes to lie

She could only tell the truth, she thought it as a crime to lie

With everybody criticizin', she was chased up out her palace

Got every little critter risin', she was placed under the malice

Everybody actin' callous, stop the ragin', stop the madness

Every little action blackness, no more savin', pop the matches

Light a light until it catches fire, make the choir batches

Sing until this god forsaken place burns down into ashes

Ring the bells into the tunes until this place turns 'round into flashes

That we only get to see when we learn about other collapses

Everybody lives their time, 'cause the tunnel sees no light

Everybody gives their chime, 'cause it's cunningly our plight

Hip-hop was a motivation she was married to King Rap

Both had gifts with musical interests, but they was never musically twisted

Growth had lifted mystical fitness, 'cause their words were lyrically listed

Under the same name, under the same fame

Into the same game, witness the plain Janes

Witness all of the lyrically lames

Talkin' about they stories sayin' "I got no one close to hold me"

If you wrote this in your raps, man I'm just talkin' generally

Hip-hop and rap was never the same, rap was playing in a whole new lane