Thrill is Gone - Grime

Thrill is gone

The thrill is gone away

Thrill is gone

The thrill is gone away

I remember rocking mics on stages

Flipping through The Source pages

Wu Tang was my favorite

Camouflage pants and Tims for all occasions

Battling at parties, b-boys on the pavement

Before hiphop was owned by corporations

I remember dirty drums and bass kits

Grimy-ass gangsters, no pretty faces

And you could only find rap on AM stations

Before Clearchannel bought up the market

And albums rated 5 Mics were sacred

I’d put the tape in, and let it play to the end

Trying to memorize every rhyme they spit

But shit’s changing, all of this fake shit

Glamour and glitz, and fake tits and agents

But this sound’ll bring it back to the basics

Honestly, I just haven’t been feeling hiphop lately

It’s like

Thrill is gone

The thrill is gone away

Thrill is gone

The thrill is gone away

Remember freestyling, without people fighting

You’d take your time when you was writing

Remember when the verse you spit

Was more important than your shirt or your kicks

Before all of this circus shit

I recall when all of this bullshit was touring

And record companies wasn’t calling

And you couldn’t win a Grammy award for rap

Remember when they thought hiphop was just a fad

And now it’s on every station, in every area

A billion-dollar industry in corporate America

Hiphops accepted now, everyone’s doing it

But nobody’s making good music

We used to rap for the block

Now we rap for the A&Rs

MTV TRL superstars

They took what’s ours and turned it into a gimmick

Careful what you ask for 'cause you just might get it

And now

Thrill is gone

The thrill is gone away

Thrill is gone

The thrill is gone away

I remember when Public Enemy came on the scene

And everyone screamed, «Fight the powers that be»

And Spike Lee made that movie about Malcolm

The next year 2Pac dropped his best album

In '94 I was writing rhymes

And Nas had the world in a New York state of mind

Then Jay dropped Reasonable Doubt in '96

That’s it, there’s hasn’t been a classic album since

A lot of lights and cameras, no action

A lot of ice and dances, no rapping

It’s like a minstrel show, they’re all clapping

But you just a joke, there’s no passion

They stole rap like they stole the slaves

Like Elvis stole rock from Chuck Berry’s page

Hiphop can change the world and they’re afraid

Listen to the ancestors, I can hear them saying

Thrill is gone

The thrill is gone away

Thrill is gone

The thrill is gone away