A telegram to hiphop

Dear Hip Hop – stop. This shit has gone too far – stop. Please see that mixer and turntables are returned to Kool Herc – stop. The ghettos are dancing off beat – stop. The master of ceremonies have forgotten that they were once slaves and have neglected the occasion of this ceremony – stop. Perhaps we should not have encouraged them to use cordless microphones, for they have walked too far from the source and are emitting a lesser frequency (stop). Please inform all interested parties that cash nor murder have been added to the list of elements – stop. We are discontinuing our current line of braggadocio, in light of the current trend in “realness” – stop. As an alternative, we will be confiscating weed supplies and replacing them with magic mushrooms, in hopes of helping niggas see beyond their reality – stop. Give my regards to Brooklyn. Saul Williams – Selftitled Album. Wederom: Daar sta je dan met de vouwen in je Dickies en dat goud in je mikkie….Saul Williams begrijpt de hiphop zoals het was. Check het uit