[Lyric] Yo Hip-Hop (K-vel)

[Intro]
You know I gotta write this letter to Hip-Hop cuz people been wondering about it
So ima narrarate it for yall

[Verse 1]
Yo Hip-Hop
What's going on? Is you ok?
Nowadays people seem to think that you passed away
All the people with you, the bad ones getting pay
And all the real ones never seem to be the ones to stay, well
It's hard to hear you in the present day
So instead hear me and everything that I say, hey
Remember when lyrics were important
And when verses actually matched to the chorus, well
That's just memories now
Time to make some new ones and build it up from the ground
Cuz I see no one doing it now
Time to come in the game and make a brand new sound
So if they hate, well let em' hate anyway
Either way they see the fate they cannot see us any day
Focus on us? Well keep on losing while we keep moving this Hip-Hop music, yeah
[Interlude 1]
You know, Im not sure If Hip-Hop been getting my messages or not
But, ima keep going. Hopefully they get this one

[Verse 2]
Yo Hip-Hop
I ain't sure if you get my messages
But I ain't stressing it, I'm mic-checking it so consecutive
So you know the position where you set me in
Im ready to lead, make me executive
While I make music so they can use it
Educate students cuz we ain't stupid
They try to intimidate us but we ain't scared of it
Cuz me and my niggas already aware of it
But the higher we get, the harder we gotta go
And I ain't worried bout it, and they should already know
Cuz this Hip-Hop shit, is going straight to my dome
And it's too late to quit, because I'm already gone
So this is where I wanna be
As you see, this the first scene of the dream
To getting on to bigger things, addict to this rapping thing
Lyrical Nicotine, one more thing fore I leave

[Interlude 2]
Yeah, I see ima have to keep writing another letter
Because im still not sure if she listening
So, If you get it or now, I want you to hear this out
[Verse 3]
Yo Hip-Hop
It's my time, check ya wrist-watch
It's bout time to make it so we gotta make this shit hot
This not ya average rapper so you can just stop
Doubting any dedication that you think I don't got
My niggas hungry we looking for the breadbox
Killing competition with M4s and red dots
I lay rappers to rest, and yes that is true
You can say im so "Bed-Stuy" like that Biggie dude
But I'm from the glass kicking ass in these Nike shoes
I'm Ohio Bred, don't get it misconstrued
Let's get it popping, put me in the damn booth
Lightning when I spit cuz I spit the damn truth
No nigga, you ain't know, nigga, sicker than cold winter AIDS patients in chinchillas, uh
No scrilla for these gold diggers
We on top, we on the far side with J.Dilla
R.I.P. That's a cut