What Happened? Illogic

[Intro Remarks: Illogic]
Yo, hip-hop been lost something, man
We gotta get it back
I don’t know where it’s going
I know where I’m taking it though

[Verse 1]
Yo
There’s been a dangerous development
The hip-hop generation has exhausted its relevance
They sort of fell for “Shoulder Lean” and “Walk It Out”
But then it was obvious we had nothing else to talk about
Plus the gangster ruined men, degrading aspects
That changed us from a chosen people to the devil’s rejects
A spoken evil, self-inflicted genocide
The rapping may be dying but hip-hop culture is still alive
But in the public eye and on record, we’re Stepin Fetchit
Wonder why the craft that we produce is no longer respected
Even the underground’s become the sound of clones
No definitive initiative when touching microphones
Yeah, I know my statements are blankets
But the pure at heart rarely overshadow those who fake it
What was once sacred’s now commonplace
Let’s grow the balls to give our common cause a common face
This world needs a voice, not an echo
So if you’re not grabbing hold of purpose, you gotta let it go
Tomorrow’s a dream, today is tangible and as hard as it seems, to plant seeds, believe I got a handful