Dear Hip Hop, Stop.

For the longest time ive been wanting to do something with these lyrics but i just have no idea what i would do or how i would go about it…

Telegram to Hip Hop:
Dear Hip Hop. (stop)
This shit has gone too far. (stop)
Please see that turntables and mixer 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 included to 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.

From “Telegram” by Saul Williams