Dear Hip Hop. (stop)
This shit has gone too far. (stop).
Please see that mixers …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.See More
– Saul Williams, “Telegram”