Breathe deep inside the trunk hollow
It's low life gettin' tree top high
On time and inappropriate
Brooklyn number one
Committed to page, I write rhymes
Propers to B Boys gettin' busy
Violently, silently, shine so vibrantly
I got my eyes on tomorrow, there it is
Blues people got the blue chip stock option
The industry just a better built cell block
Embrace the bass with my dark ink fingertips
Gold medalist in the back shot
The war time snap shot
The break beats you get broken with
Sometimes won't finish for days
Facin' the death penalty, hungh
So now my chat just like dis
Come on
And the bells that L rocked, rock, rock
Move like an apparition
It's hard to really chill and sit still
I mathematically add minister, subtract the wack selector
Move from the gate, voice cued on your tape
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock
Medicine for loneliness
My restlessness is my nemesis
Native son, speakin' in the native tongue
Violently competitive, a school unaccredited
Ha, ha, ha, from the core to the perimeter black
Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape
Craze you, pay you, do whatever you say do
But caught a rash on my lips
Long range from the base line, switch
When your chart position drop then the phone calls
Where you can either get paid or get shot
Now let it fall
That eyes squint to catch a glimpse
Luxury tenements chokin' the skyline
Scrutinize my literature, from the large to the miniature
The workin' man's jack pot
From the sovereign state of the have nots
Sick without benefits
While you still try to follow where it is
Float to the ground with ammunition
I'm gettin' big props, with this thing called hip hop
Invisible man, got the whole world watchin'
The out of court settlement, ad space for liquor
It's all city like phase two, Hip Hop will simply amaze you
Where ya at? I'm high, low, east, west, all over your map
Where farmers have trouble with cash crops, woo
There's the hum, young man where you from
I'm on the Ave where it lives and dies
Snatch your shelf spot, don't gas yourself ock
Hip Hop went from sellin' crack to smokin' it
A long way from the shell tops
You know the motto, stay fluid even in staccato
Who choosin' your fate, yo, we went from pickin' cotton
When your product in stock the fair weather friends flock
Stimulant and sedative, original repetitive
You say one for the treble, two for the time
Chill for a minute, let's see who else tops
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock
Olympic sponsor of the black glock
Puttin' food on your plate, many crews can relate
Mos Def, full blooded, full throttle
To chain gang line choppin', to Be Boppin', to Hip Hoppin'
Hip Hop is prosecution evidence
A two dollar snack box
Sold beneath the crack spot
Bitter and tender memory, A class E felony
Used to speak the king's English
Here there's a back water remedy
Chi, chi, chi, pow
Remind me of Thelonius and Dizzy
Wheel it back, I'm feelin' that
