[Verse 1: Lee Harvey] ???? [Verse 2: Cryptsick] What was born in the streets and gave power to the people Has now become infected like the clergy in a cathedral A feeble sequel of a picture show we believed in Molested by the victims who sought to defend it But now its left disabled and crutches are used as staples And the talent dissipates over time like a crumbling grave stone Hip hop is dead just like the zombies that have claimed it Consumed by arrogance entombed by inability to break molds Their soals sold to the devils who cut the checks cold Their bank rolls meaning more than the message told The carbon copy still immerses s**ling youth with viral curses And the image that they breed brands of purses Cookie cutter rhymes and styles slow mo studders stagnant verses Its time to resurrect hip hop and remind them what diverse is [Verse 3: (Alex)Slander] Dead on arrival, culture swallowed up by vultures I'm a poacher licking shots at em posted on my own shoulders Reloading to dispose of posers like impacted molars With no local anesthetic, zombified,you wallow sober The rolling boulder to your scrambling protagonist Panicking cause he knows I crush crystal skulls on accident A quavering hand on the holster, he can't admit it's over Til the fat lady's singing her swan song in his honor But to his horror, he's a quarter past important With a message once digested now deformed by younger forces Claiming they pay it forward but only a touch the pen to check So I stay permanent on surfaces, yo word to Dynospec My favorite MC OD'd the month I heard his sh** That's why I spit with a grain of salt and some burning lips My mouth's an open wound spewing a fluid nervousness A plea to purge the earth of all these rappers making worthless sh** [Verse 4: Novatore] Hip hop is dead but see me rise up from the shallow grave Zombie status lurking seeking vengeance like a f**in slave Grave yard parties raging taking pride in our decrepit skin Severed limbs festering claw at their door like "let me in" Let me in, don't need your blood just wanna see you die Rappers be like frosted flakes I spit upon the tigers eye Nothing steals heart beats like bad hooks , repetition Copy cats, and major labels, every bar's a dollar sign But most of k**ers fear the ghost of their departed prey Like most of prisoners question Whats the substance placed upon their tray The wrath is heavy like an anvil on a toddlers back Our retribution's dirty like the storage place of smuggled crack, well take the time to hunt and feast upon the living A deadly supper celebration just as f**ed as thanksgiving Bodies missing and dripping cuz were the unforgiving, una**uming, we eat the guts out from your younger siblings, revenge is coming board the house up and get the pistols Head shots get your aim up like lee harvey Settle the score it's the holy war that you created Dilated pupils left scarred up and devastated