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Reply to "The Sons and Daughters of Hip Hop"

Rebelling is our release. Revolution is our relief. The "entertaining" aspects of hip hop makes it a "form" of escapism.

No one is responsible for the misintrepretation of our ART except the ones who misinterpreted.

The last thing HIP HOP is, is apologetic. "We didn't land on Plymouth Rock..." So we have no reason to apologize for "our" trangressions and conform to social standards through our music. As I said, we rebel, and we clearly have a reason to.

I tried to right a rhyme pointing this out. Feel free to give me a critical analysis of "MY" interpretation of Hip Hop.


'Our Means'

Anyway neccessary
This is our means
We came over as slaves
But now we're praised as Kings
Got the American Dream
Got the glow and the gleam
As galantly as it seems
This is our means


I think it's pathetic
Just how much you're indebted
How you gon' steal from me
Without repercussion expected
Now my percussion is hitten back
In my ride sittin back
Ridin' through your neighborhood
Shaken your home, bass got you fearin' black
Television or prison
There's no where you're safe at
My race is taken it's rightful place
I know that you hate that
At first you stole all our culture
Then hung us out to dry
But you won't get ____ from this generation
So don't even try
Cause we created a style
That you can't comprehend
Makin' amends bout to transcend
So ____ you and CNN
I could care less if you think I'm violent
This is the violence that you bred
Roosters comin' home to hatch
Off the backs of my ancestors
That's why the star spangled red


Anyway neccessary
This is our means
We came over as slaves
But now we're praised as Kings
Got the American Dream
Got the glow and the gleam
As galantly as it seems
This is our means


Back then we was taken yo' lash
Now we taken yo' cash
By the dawns early light
Won't be nothin' left but yo ash
Tried to creat your own mix
When you needed a fix federally
Used and abused our women
Treated em' like a _____ literally
Now your litters flaunt it in your face
Won't admit you wish you could have a taste
Instead you turn up yo nose
Pretendin' your smellin' waste
But they the sexiest creatures
You try to manufacture their features
By puttin' fat in your lips
Now you want to show your glutes and hips
It's a trip how things changed
We go from being estranged
We came over in chains
Now we holdin' the reins
To what's hip and what's not
We make all your children hop
By shootin' beats and rhymes at they feet
They try to dance till they drop


Anyway neccessary
This is our means
We came over as slaves
But now we're praised as Kings
Got the American Dream
Got the glow and the gleam
As galantly as it seems
This is our means


Consider this revolution
As a just retribution
For your sins against humanity
And your unjust executions
Guilty of the guillotine
That you put on our fallace
You damn right there is mallace
Now we abatin' your pallace
Sniffed out your cowardess
And boastin our prowess
So deal with watchin your supremacy tumble
Watch the kings make you humble
If you didn't want your empire to crumble
Shouldn't brought the lion out of the Safari
And the tiger out of the jungle


Anyway neccessary
This is our means
We came over as slaves
But now we're praised as Kings
Got the American Dream
Got the glow and the gleam
As galantly as it seems
This is our means
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