Rap has a broken compass,
Headed in the wrong direction.
Follow the so called leaders
At your own discretion.
Grown into Anti Christ
Since its divine contraception.
But politics tells us,
Smart wont win a rap election.

Rap brains focused on the game,
But what happens after
Youve successfully made it rain?
Now your poor, dumb, and wet.
Hope you manage to change.
The only powder you should snort,
Is bleached sugar cane.

Gonna build rap
Back up from nothin.
Hip Hop Reconstruction.
Left to ashes,
After an implosic destruction.
Pillaged and raped the mind,
Concussion Repercussions.
Roadwork up ahead,
Dictionarial Construction.

Together we form the new foundation
Of this Hip hop nation,
If one column falls
We all fall,
An end to poetry creation.
We must be ready for the end,
Apocalyptic Preparation.
I dont wanna see Hip hop dead,
Or else,
Suicidal Devastation...