I have decided that though i may not be a rapper and my letter may never make it onto hip hop sites all across the entire world...wide web, I would like to write a letter to a artist who i think we all sincerely love and Miss. NO! He's not in heaven (Or hell), he's very much alive; he's just M.I.A. So Here I Go:
Where The Hell Are You? What did them Dipset Idiots do to you? Is It Jim Jones' Fault? I dont know what happened but i do know that we miss your Nursery rhyme riddled lyrics; and your vulgar language and sexually explicit drug dealing gangster filled Confessions Of Fire. Who else will tell these females "Suck It Or Not"? ONLY YOU!
The Game needs you. Plus all of your boys are running around like clowns. Jim Jones Getting High making songs with Kid Cudi about being in court with Marijuana Eyes. Jim saying that he wants to snuff Kanye West and he's still Jocking Jay-Z EVERY TIME HE DOES AN INTERVIEW!!.
Were you the pillar of this empire that has crumbled into fuckery? I ask that because as soon as you left the ignorance which always existed just became unbelievably STUPID ANNNND Ignorant.
The ignorance was something Hip Hop was used to and could handle but stupidity is just ...Scary (unless your Lil' Wayne). I write this letter because i know your having personal problems and issues with your old band mates but you have to ask yourself Killa.... What Mean The World To You? You had all this time off in hiding, I hope you can eventually forget all this shit hit the Purple Haze one time and Hop on that Horse And Carriage and come back.
When you come back Im pretty sure there are PLENTY of people who would love to tell you Welcome To New York City. Dont be out in Miami feeling Down And Out Because there are plenty of people here who would love to hear from you. Its time to get Paid In Full Killa, Forget this nonsense, Its Killa Season Come Home and spit that 1970's Heroine Flow.....
P.S. Remember what i said, Just Ask Yourself Killa, ...What mean The World To You: