letter to hip hop heroes

[n i take a break for a minute
'my letter to hip hop'
n i know that you feel it..]*2

1]
its amazing our life cycles are trailin the same
life span flippin time tickin ears glued to stereo sets
different styles per rap verse listenin to every step of the game
n i gotta say it aint changed much yet
n BIG..i listen to the clips you did
they big..got me shakin a leg in a jig
given another chance i guesse you'd be rollin on
but life goes on Pac said so though he too is gone
we hang in parks like you guys still in the zone
discuss your stuff..true we livin you on
due respect to jam master jay,rap master ace
hood n alive doctor dre
night patrol's relented so we rap through the night till its dawn
then walk into church say a prayer...jesus peace
another day another dolla hoppin the latter aint torn to pieces
so it wont be hard to find in the day when we on
hundreds of joints in my ears got me chilled to the bone
when im walkin on my own through the walkways alone
talkin to myself...marshall mathers gazin at his shelf
n mirrors in his room hopin they would help...
i understand how it felt gazin at my image in the mirror
memories of the gaza strip blustin..families crushin
n terrorist revenge they had on my own family in manhattan
got bradson on speed dial smoke dope till the brain's clearer
n they say that hiphop is dead..its changed
corrupted by its female version...n a range
of others like crunk..the list could fill this page
upset but im cool..i aint speakin in a rage
cuz curtis n nas live it..em n game live it
n a bunch of other hiphop fathers are still in it
n i know i got the flow that could top feature
easy crown take it slow..live present n build future
so i write lyrics like notes from my math lecture
when done play some j cole awaitin my next venture...

[i take a break for a minute
'my letter to hip hop'
n i know that you feel it]*2

like wow we get it..cuz its true i mean it,no mistakes im in it
like powder in my veins im high n im addicted
it seems like i wished it,now i wish it wasnt in my wish list
amazing im stuck to it ..second guessing i was meant for it
so im gone stay n lead the way to correcting it
whose with me..no one..okay..im on my own with it
meanwhile i got my own plan,handle life like a real man
controlling my sole clan..ending fakes like they mayans
when all's said n done woo a catholic nun
betrothe n have an adopted son..
jesus peace at the sight of the morning sun..
better days yet to come cuz the past's got none
n i mustered the underground like a ground hog
listen to some fort minor 'ciggaretes'n mind jog
like the rare bog..the rattlin bog..
swayin..it got me scheming through this fog
memories when you was true..
portrayin real life in the zone everyday it was cool
now you brainwashed by fame n strain from the truth
we heart broken..you dont care n its cruel
understandin this rap sh*t like an iconic rock band
batman and gotham at the back of his right hand
mis-interprated like oppenhymer n his bomb plan
so kids snap fingers to sh*t scams n noise bands...

[n i take a break for a minute
'my letter to hiphop'
n i know that you feel it..]*2

[golden crown]

[n i take a break for a minute
'my letter to hip hop'
n i know that you feel it..]*2

1]
its amazing our life cycles are trailin the same
life span flippin time tickin ears glued to stereo sets
different styles per rap verse listenin to every step of the game
n i gotta say it aint changed much yet
n BIG..i listen to the clips you did
they big..got me shakin a leg in a jig
given another chance i guesse you'd be rollin on
but life goes on Pac said so though he too is gone
we hang in parks like you guys still in the zone
discuss your stuff..true we livin you on
due respect to jam master jay,rap master ace
hood n alive doctor dre
night patrol's relented so we rap through the night till its dawn
then walk into church say a prayer...jesus peace
another day another dolla hoppin the latter aint torn to pieces
so it wont be hard to find in the day when we on
hundreds of joints in my ears got me chilled to the bone
when im walkin on my own through the walkways alone
talkin to myself...marshall mathers gazin at his shelf
n mirrors in his room hopin they would help...
i understand how it felt gazin at my image in the mirror
memmories of the gaza strip blustin..families crushin
n terrorist revenge they had on my own family in manhattan
got bradson on speed dial smoke dope till the brauin's clearer
n they say that hiphop is dead its changed
corrupted by its female version...n a range
of others like crunk..the list could fill this page
upset but im cool..i aint speakin in a rage
cuz curtis n nas live it..em n game live it
n a bunch of other hiphop fathers are still in it
n i know i got the flow that could top feature
easy crown take it slow..live present n build future
so i write lyrics like notes from my math lecture
when done play some j cole awaitin my next venture...

[i take a break for a minute
'my letter to hip hop'
n i know that you feel it]*2

like wow we get it..cuz its true i mean it,no mistakes im in it
like powder in my veins im high n im addicted
it seems like i wished it,now i wish it wasnt in my wish list
amazing im stuck to it ..second guessing i was meant for it
so im gone stay n lead the way to correcting it
whose with me..no one..okay..im on my own with it
meanwhile i got my own plan,handle life like a real man
controlling my sole clan..ending fakes like they mayans
when all's said n done woo a catholic nun
betrothe n have an adopted son..
jesus peace at the sight of the morning sun..
better days yet to come cuz the past's got none
n i mustered the underground like a ground hog
listen to some fort minor 'ciggaretes'n mind jog
like the rare bog..the rattlin bog..
swayin..it got me scheming through this fog
memmories when you was true..
portrayin real life in the zone everyday it was cool
now you brainwashed by fame n strain from the truth
we heart broken..you dont care n its cruel
understandin this rap sh*t like an iconic rock band
batman and gotham at the back of his right hand
mis-interprated like oppenhymer n his bomb plan
so kids snap fingers to sh*t scams n noise bands...

[n i take a break for a minute
'my letter to hiphop'
n i know that you feel it..]*2

[golden crown]

hi guys...some comments...:-]

I like the style and the sentiment, it's very good stuff. Nearly great, so in my opinion it might be worth a rewrite- nothing major, maybe just a little extra spice here and there. Just a few of the lines might benefit from some more impact written in, and I reckon a few more internals, transition rhymes and longer multis would add a bit more polish to the flow. Not that it currently lacks though, so please don't take that constructive crit to be negative feedback. I like the lyrics a lot as they are- well above average certainly.

thanks a lot for the advice...i'll certainly work on the internals and rhymes.