What Is IT???

I can't see through the truth cause it's all a double negative
Seein shadows that's definitely all out of perspective
It's all about your rep which is nothing close to positive
Now all that people do is tell lies when they say they're being honest
Stop talkin bout yourself and try being modest   
Try a lyric or two, what?? can't do it?? ha ha, that's what I detest
See how I unravel your words and attack your mind and infest
Why would I lie? I'm not even close to the best
But see how I define hiphop through the words from my chest
How you gonna get to hiphop by lyrics that are violentlly domestic
Sometimes I wonder, how it all became so hectic
We gotta learn to keep from just staying aside
Try to do something, use your mind to turn the tide
Maybe you can go to confession for someone to confide
Or here for a vocal session; some words you can't turn aside 
Here my thoughts end, i'll end it abrupt
This is all I have to say, hiphop's corrupt..... 

It's as if it's a hiphop evacuation
Takin all what it stood for, making it leave it's station
Ripping apart our reputation, focus on they're fixations
Cutting down on the real, like on winter rations
Something to bob your head to, give a sensation
Talkin bout all sorts of different situations
Listen to this, we both gain like mutual masturbation
Leave those behind who keep up the procrastination
It's like hiphop created a world of blacks, caucasians and asians
Now it's as if someone concocted a disease but forgot the vaccination
Hiphop is a plane being driven by a maniac from aviation
Who forgot all his training and betrayed his whole nation
Flew to an island, commited suicide and went on permanent vacation
We should call up sloman's and raise an alarm when there's an invasion
Or open the doors some more and let them have a peek at this creation...
Steadily going through a declination cause of lack of appreciation, adulation,
Forgot the art of decoration, elaboration, illumination?? 
Keep to what you do best or try some innovation
Resist and escape all those confrontations, they're only there to weaken 
Don't show your disinclination to what's new, light it up and become a beaken,
Of faith, and to those who aren't sure give them some confirmation
I strive to keep it pure by all means, even usin artificial insemination
To impregnate this rhyme to reproduce and overwhelm the populace
To reduce and take over realms of styles that are fabulous
Lyrics that take a hold and keep them listening, without sounding monotonous
Realizin that the only release is through your receptive
To cut off your elective and concentrate on your vindictive
At times sounding trife and in other ways, provocative
And rarely bein introspective, seein right through your deceptive