i remember real hip hop, when i was growing up relating to tribulations and struggles , shit out here today motherfuckers rockn skinny jeans,negating, about not a god damn thing, hurpa durpa di durp , fucking mumbles. whose in charge of this shit and whats their number? im calling em out. putn em down. put them teeth up on tha curb, im stomping em puolooo this shits gota stop , ENOUGH! for the love of real hip hop, grow some balls, enough with the clout. how you gona honor all the greats from the past? your fake ass gota take the perfect selfie from the perfect angle let your fake ass jewels dangle, better filter the pic so nobody see the real you because if they see the real you, youll be discredited and dead again, mentally unstable and back on the meds again talking to yoself again , add me on the snapchat,facebook an yo i got that instagram ! tryna be relevant in a world of hell again ,popping them mollys n taking ambien i remember real hip hop , that shit was steady thuggin. the shit was real that shit was bumpin. i remember real hip hop and if you remember it too, throw your hands in the air , thats how we do cats nowadays always worrying about everyone else except for they self. except for they health, they expecting some false promise of internet fame slanging clicks for its wealth while flexing they mouth, how perplexing it sounds kick out a couple of nursery ryhmes thinking shit fire, hopeing it sells, hopeing it helps , they know nothing and they looking like fuckn fred freckles the clown. not the pyschopathic , face paint, hatchet slaying ,but the kind work at birthday parties blowing up balloon animals ,your too soft to be a cannibal like all them john wayne gacys. shits crazy.. i could keep going on and going on and going on being repeditive with no meaning but this shit aint no sedititive, you can keep on fiening you keep hitn that,douche flute lookn ass with ur wax pens, bitch im shitn on you like this cut is my laxative. i remember real hip hop, if you remember it too, throw them hands up. thats how we do. i remember real hip hop , if you remember it too, smack the fuck outa a pussy rapper and kick em some truth. this game done took a turn for the worst, hook verse verse hook verse verse hook and it hurts, to see the ingenuity burst, mother fuckers kickn out dr seuss shit ,they aint putn bodies in hursts, im coming in 1st , im cumn, it hurts, i guess thats the std i got from putting my dick in the dirt from putting in work , im a sleeper. how many times we gota hear the same shit from the mouths of the burbs, you know that house with the garden and ferns ,outfront being watered down by that metrosexual faggot profile creeper,named kurt. i remember real hiphop and if you remember it too throw them hands up, thats how we do. i remember real hiphop if you remember it too smack the fuck outa a pussy rapper and kick em some truth.