Hip Hop Is Dead (concept song)

[Ticalrecords]

I wrote this to Nas's Hip Hop Is Dead. I'm going to start recording songs and this and a few others are the first ones I'm going to do. before that though, I'd really appreciate some feedback. Thanks

Hip Hop is Dead

Chorus:
This is the graveyard, a warning to never take God MCs name in vain are, you ready to create art?/
a necromancer, time to take control of the subconscience and let your ego answer/
I don’t believe hip hop is dead – I need validation/
and if it is fuckit prepare yourself for reanimation/

The moment finds me – 2 hours past mid night,
I stand still wont make a move until after my cig lights/
the lighters fire illuminates none of my sniper like attire,
I scan the scene with eyes just prior, to setting out,
the tension clouds, my mmind matching the black sky dense and shroud,
in a stormy weather –
great god just decided to flush his toilet and now I gotta watch it pour from heaven/
fuck it how hard is it to dig in mud?,
damn man im sweatin from the shovel in my hand man I was just tryna lift it up/
so how the fuck am supposed to do this?,
im top toeing around like im a dumbass in mud sporting new kicks/
no simili needed, bitch I break it down, now keep it no assembly needed/
anyways time goes by I feel the hours tickin,
faster than my heart shit feels like im powerlifting/

So a rush of blood to the head, throws me up on a ledge,
dangles me and leaves me numb to the legs, I summon a strength,
and dig deeper, burned out I swear this shits creeper/
every second longer, of me pushing my effort onwards,
its worse than writers block,
having to dig through the mud grime and sludge/
all bullshit covering what should be a jewel encrusted casket,
but theres just too much the walls cave in and the bullshit crumbles back in!/
God damnit when will I find this my back’s aching,
and im such a mind fuck that my brain is constantly reminding me that I cant make it/
yeah that’s positive reinforcement,
but when I find this body ill show yall why everyones consciousness needs a corset/
a little self-restraint, should help refrain, you from reaching hell some day.
Now I aint a pastor in fact if I was the irony would kill me faster,
than God’s will, that bastard/
haha using rampant blasphemy to dull the pain,
then suddenly I feel vibrations sent up the shovel blade!/
HOLY SHIT this is it!, defying natures laws quick someone contact a physicist/
the only thing going through my mind is OH SHIT,
think about it the truth about HipHop’s death is just behind this closed lid/
so what the fuck man what to I do?,
ill be shot like a nigga tryna prove hes bullet proof/
no one is gonna believe me,
I’d have to lug his body a thought that is anything but relieving/
fuck it no more time to waste, this is just too big of a surprise to wait/
so I opened the coffin? – was it empty?/ three letters… O M G/