Nas said Hip-hop is dead,
But it will always live on inside of my head.
I'll lie in bed spittin' lines like 'I'm versatile, my style switches like a faggot',
If it was truly dead... then it'd be food for a maggot.
So who's feeding on its carcass?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem