turn it up: a remedy to the illness of hiphop

Late night
All night
Beats circulating just right
Feeling too nice
I feel you hip-hop
I feel you inside me
That Real hop--- hip?
Shit…
where did the music go??
Cuz all im hearing
Is the artificial like it is official
To stuff bullshit in our ears now
Turn on the radio, yeah it turn it up
Turn up the pollution
The so called solution into
What makes life grand
Turn it up
Turn it up in your cars
So the next generation
Can build life off the innovations
Of …hop-hip
You see???
…you don’t see
You hear???
But you don’t listen
To the melting of real hip hop glisten
Down on the streets where we walk
And stomp our feet
So loud,we forget what real music
Is all about.
So turn the pollution up
Money makes you a man, young boy
Turn it up
Bitches aint nothing but toys, young girl
So, Turn it up
Turn it up louder
So we can sniff this deadly powder
We call music
Hip-hop
Hip-hop
Beautiful woman
You patted our backs
Gave us rhythm
Gave us culture,
But right now baby
You’re surrounded by vultures
You’re in a musical prostitution
In this never-ending revolution
And don’t get me wrong
Im like the lorax writing this song
For it is your night time remedy
Hip hop
Hip hop
Get well soon…