Rap is Dead right?
Rap is Dead right?
Rap is Dead right?

Well, why is that "keep it real"
steel packin' cat still holdin' a mic?

And, why is BET still claiming a plight/
that depicts Black Life in the lousiest of terms??/

Don't it burn
your chest to see
young women dressed
the way the are
just to make him a Star?

Bazaar.

"Yo man, fuck 'em, buck 'em, then we stuck 'em"
The chorus of the top song
with the latest R & B singer in the skimpiest thong
singin' at the top of her lungs
Where did we get this behavior from??

Ancient Griot of the Papyrus page.
I turn words into a frenetic rage.
Engage while I'm on stage.
Won't allow myself to be caged.
Enraged at the Bling you say makes you King.
While out doin' your thing
You could not bring home Knowledge to your Son.
Falling Supernovas. Niggas, no longer Suns.
Beating on faces instead of drums.
Shooting guns until the next man is done.

While, down the Block
We still lovin' Hip Hop
It's hot, but homegurl still breakdancin'
exchangin' dialog with Saturn
through Kemetic dance patterns.

Gun shot, gun shot, that's what they yellin'
It's not about reality, it's all about a Salary.
But, tell that to KRS-One.

Rap is Dead right?
Rap is Dead right?
Rap is Dead right?

Well, why is that "keep it real"
steel packin' cat still holdin' a mic?

UniverSouLove a.k.a. SoulAquarius
http://www.myspace.com/universouloveuniversoul

and your version is pretty standard.

i wont say it's dead
it's just been lead
to a place:

where if you got it shake it
where if you can afford it you rock it
where thin lines are in and over protection is out

so what main stream is for chickens
looking for a pimps pocket to mountian dew scratching
jam masta j screw/choppa all gangsta wana radio stations to play
I'm in Love with a striper but she gotta pay
to get me high purple haze shit naw i'm not amaze
in these last daze if you don't like it
don't look at it don't run to it
she's yeah mom passing out holloween snacks
i don't relate to how alot of these raps act
but in fact they producing shit i might think is wack
but the selling cd's and that's what it be about
money keep yo eye's on the money and the candy will
come if you wasn't so dum you could hoover between different
sets rnb 15 year old boys singing about love
wuz up wit that he's/ shes still wet from breast milk
but in todays society everybody has a varity to chose from
so this peace seems kinda bias and by the way the got me for
another one "screen play" but one day pow right in the kisser

"honey mooners"

i'm digging the concept but like jam said beaten to def

this topic has been over done. And I didnt feel over all that you brought anything fresh or any new perspective. But this portion here does show some promise:
>Ancient Griot of the Papyrus page.
>I turn words into a frenetic rage.
>Engage while I'm on stage.
>Won't allow myself to be caged.
>Enraged at the Bling you say makes you King.
>While out doin' your thing
>You could not bring home Knowledge to your Son.
>Falling Supernovas. Niggas, no longer Suns.

Keep Flowin'...and growin'....

that part to me sounds like
a white man trying to be black
if that's the case nigga go get a tan
pop locking like chris in the back seat wit robyn hood rat!

Rats rats and baseball bats don't mix Shit
i'm a weed head but i haven't hit a blunt in 6 months

got some!