| To hear our camera’s get caned, the rooftop
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| Where the dealers will hang, and bubblegooses
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| And sheepskins, and DJ’s play the song cuz they love the music
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| Way before producers, were gettin’paid for beats
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| Marley Marl was loopin', he made ya’ll able to eat
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| And B-Boy's were battlin', that stay key on Allington
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| After school we watched Good Times and bust heroine
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| When Melle Mel made the Message, it was monumental
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| Not only was it dope, it also spoke on our issues
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| Like Public Enemy, my memories, essentially ill
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| Like hip hop was meant to be, KRS, Audio Two
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| Treacherous Three, Fearless Four, Furious Five
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| Dr. Jeckyll &Mr. |
| Hyde, when T-La Rock was in his prime
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| He spit rhymes, like no one other in his time
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| When the cannon gettin’fly, Slick Rick, never improvise
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| L Rock the Bells, DMC rocked cazelles with shells
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| Skill matter, fuck ya rims and your record sales
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| Hip hop is Stetsasonic and Mantronic
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| Ultramagnetic, Schooly D, and Bambataa
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| When Houdini made friends, it was well spoken
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| Beretta magic had their rivalry, radio was doper
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| Masters of Ceremony, Steady P, Dimples D Then Just Ice, Latoya, hit the streets
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| Then we got the era of EPMD
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| The Juice Crew, MC Lyte, and BDP
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| Main Source breakin’atoms, had amazin’rappin’and beats
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| Not basically s&ling, artist need to regain the passion
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| It doesn’t matter if your chain is platinum
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| It’s what you is average, you would not be mentioned with the greatest rappers
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| Hip hop is like Egypt, produced from it’s greatest to sadness
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| The industry’s enemy, truth that’s invading our palace
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| They steal our culture, desipate our sculptures and claim
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| The best rappers the complexion of the Roman leader known as Ceaser
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| I don’t believe 'em, I seek knowledge, the Brand Nubian
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| The soul of Pete Rock, the vibe of the Tribe
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| Heart of GangStarr, the braves of Diggin’In the Crates
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| I’m Kool like Moe Dee, vocally I innovate |