Hip-Hop Was to Blame After All

Born on the wrong side of the tracks
 In one of New York's less salubrious shacks
 Playing outside with a chum or two
 Up on Sedgwick Avenue
 Made up a game, a duel of sorts
 Beats, and rhymes, and then retorts
 Word spread in months, so fast that it seemed
 That everyone was at it
 It rather took off, and so it went
 We all knew one of the five elements
 Then a shiny suit thought, wait a minute
 There just might be something in it
 Packed it, seld it, let it rot
 Blamed it for society's lot
 Now it's all hard to defend
 The hell thing's gone quite round the bend
 So hip-hop was to blame after all
 As it appears, everything's entirely hip-hop's fault
 Hip-hop decided to homogenize itself
 And base itself in violence and wealth
 Hip-hop decided to become its lowest traits
 And sell them to the public over everything that's great
 Hip-hop decided that misogyny and greed
 Would be the sort of thing that America would need
 Hip-hop worshiped the cult of me
 Hip-hop chose to ignore Chuck D
 Hip-hop's a 40 billion dollar industry
 So now all the ghettos live in prosperity
 Traded power for visibility
 Let hip-hop become a new colony
 These are the choices that hip-hop made
 All by itself, no-one tried to dissuade it
 Hip-hop decided to put money first
 Yet Kool Herc can't afford a nurse
 So, hip-hop was to blame after all
 I thought I'd say it as no-one else has the gall
 Yes, it's all hip-hop's fault, you see
 And not the three companies who decide what you hear and see