About two and a half years ago, I had the urge to post some of the Lyrics from Saul Williams’ ‘Telegram.’ For some reason - we’ll go with sheer laziness - I didn’t. The aforementioned urge has persisted, and the words are still perfectly relevant, so what the hell. Here it is:

Telegram to Hip Hop:
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

I highly recommend the album on which this song is included. In fact, I recommend getting your hands on anything with Saul’s name on it. Books, albums, etc. It’s all very good.