Hip Hop

1,2 Big Mon and Moon (I used to) Pause mixtape Mantronix had the dope beats Writing freestyles to get stupid part 3 Personally I always thought Kool Roc Ski’s a way better MC than Prince Markie Dee Can’t forget Special Ed helped me change my flow I used to bump Cameo when everything got slow, Even though I bit Rakim to win my first battle Back then it was a no no But Now it don’t matter JD had a dub of Hiero rhyming over Taxi Had to have it Even if it had too much static Back when Prince Po and Pharoahe rhymed in knee high snow Recorded every show Pump it up Rap City, yo! So consumed 808’s feel the boom In my room so confused trying to figure Plug Tunin Then D introduced me to Tribe I was hating at first He told me wait until the baby stop crying Hip Hop Never let KRS-One borrow your mic Never open up for Wu or hear the chant all night Don’t perform with Mos Def with the AC on Don’t freestyle with Kanye He rap too damn long I remember Masta Ace gave the crowd some chips Alkaholiks passed the Henny but we faked our sip Never stand front row of Meth and Red or you’ll get wet up The Choice is Yours Remix had my knees all messed up Back then Black Eyed Peas were 3 dope dancers Busta Rhymes yell the whole show put ya hands up Premo’s a genius Every Cut seamless Wishing every song had a Pete Rock Remix Arguments turned scrappers Who was finest rapper Salt n Pepa, Spinderella hell it didn’t matter Stole the show from OutKast (Had em)scared to go next So Never open up with K-Otix Hip Hop Hip hop has been a part of my life from the start Everybody claiming their rappers But they’re lacking the heart And the skill and the talent But they want my respect I can’t give it when you’re trolling Or you Chasing a check When the money ain’t flowing then you ready to Quit Hustling your own culture Mayne we can’t have s*** Corporations try to steal it Then they make it their own Getting rich off of your songs While you sitting at home Got you all emotional Making bad decisions Now you on Social media telling your business Made something out of nothing now everybody dissing You was nothing from the start but you didn’t wanna listen You was just another product had fame and money Made too many mistakes Now You a joke that ain’t funny So When your fans think you’re went broke, dead or in jail We can tell cause you have no more soul to sell Hip Hop