Ode to Hip Hop

[Verse 1: Eyedea] I've decided to take destiny into my own hands You probably can't understand but for me life is bland And I have this constant hollow feeling Days are cold, dark and filled with sorrow Raining clouds from under my ceiling Dealing with it all would take a person very strong By the time you hear this I will be gone Along with my existence will be a way of life for many I gave some substance, knowledge And in returned was used to make a petty penny They've defeated my purpose, deleted my work Cheated me, seated me underground and wound up bringing me to the surface They corrupted my image, made me a negative influence This shady world has been abusive ever since I came into it Put here with no role models, no one to follow I've been contorted, aborted, recorded distorted shorted I forfeit against life, I'm a morbid maniac Forced off this rough course, breaking the boards and making my own doors So don't be sad when I leave because I know this is right I can't take it, I can't fake it, I'm sick of life I carried people through hard times and thought they were my friends But they only stayed close to me cause it was the trend And when I'm gone, no one will miss me A few years will go by important people will die And y'all will forget me I hope the children will be alright without a proper guide To all my loved ones and followers Peace out at least I tried [Bridge] I ain't what I used to be so don't shed a tear from your windows I died a long time ago this just makes it official (2x) [Verse 2: Eyedea] I, hip hop, being of sound mind and body Hereby request that my few prized possessions go to the following Swallowing the facts that may be whacked by the track Still beauty stands from stained hands and knapsacks filled with aerosol cans and fat cats My abstract artistic energy must continue To influence and embody the cats that are dedicated to ruining white walls With creative strokes of imagination in the paint (splash) I leave all my physical strength to the guardians of the floor With their arms locked in a b-boy stance Enhancing the culture to the more ultra-advanced acrobatical expression Yes indeed when I leave, my presence will exist in the style Of the few true but who knew Smiles will persist with the changing mood I leave my mood to the... Musicians, turntablists, and wicked wizards of needles dusty sampling tangible vibe setting rhythm scientists It's my verbal aspect of my that goes to those riding, vocalizing Poetical hybrids of life and excitement Language of the tongue I offer all my offspring the official mission towards society The gift of words come and get you some Yeah the gift of words come get you some And my positivity, creativity, originality, and history should be spread equally over all that is mentioned above Along with my many styles: aggression, knowledge, evolution, solution, revolution, tolerance, and love