Awake the Hip Hop Disciples

Where art thou hip hop chosen ones I went around corners of the globe can't see you Arise, shine and give us more music The base you set was classic Pac could say 'we still breathing' I wonders what this is meaning Perhaps you hiding somewhere but fans misses you everywhere Because you vanished without goodbye Breath in silence those words of encouragement Chant with the jubilant disciples The Big Punisher you quite on your sleep But your lyrics still run deep into the vein of diehards Biggy Smalls do you hear me? I know you still the Big Poppa over there For your lines didn't spare unruly, malicious criticism Sometimes your performance hypnotize me How can I forget the great Nate Dogg? The maestro whose golden voice Could awake the sleeping dog With that in mind 'I better lay low'' His legacy I ought to follow Guru ' The Gangstarr' you smile when I mention you Keep your head out of your mouth Whilst the hero spits out in his eternal sleep between the clouds Leaving out left eye and Easy B counts this piece incomplete 'cause the relevant contribution still rocks Airwaves furious without your voice Fans at the downtown blocks considers your presence a necessary vice