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"Ladies and Gentlemans This an ode to the b-boy, b-girls, the people out there who do it for the love and belive me i'm not dissin' anybody out there who's trying to get paid, i'm trying to get paid too but I got one question (I) whatever happened to the heart that pumped the passion into the art the entity that gave you the energy to wanna start break dancin', imma battling doing it at the park where the mission was expression not only to top charts i dont know what happened wanting to blow rap you lose soul and passion for the flows and the tracks Radio's lackin', controlled by Fascists assholes doin' damage But we're gunna take it back before beats to a hundred g's a pop All you needed was a table top and a beat box Hip-hop with out the b-boy is like shelltoes only havin' two stripes Hip-hop we're freedom-fighting graffiti-writing party types, that recite and organize and revitalize our rhymin till the group of the money makers systems knows the industry can eventually get served. breakers of my verses spinning up a revolutions throughout our words if you really want it come on get it coz i've got it coz im honestly paying homage to forgotten pioneers of this culture that are giving them props and learn. If you wanna earn your stripes You gotta be able to rock this mic and set cyphers alike The feeling to put in everything you got in the circle Will never be documented in the Coke commercial We be the baddest Now B-boys, B-girls Bring it back to the block Lemme see you get ill, for real, pop and lock! If you record without thought then stop Because I'll serve your whole album with the goddamn beatbox Without thought it just happens If you gotta think to feel, that's not rapping, that's acting I'm from a land of backpacks and fat cats MCs with sick raps who serve those that are wack It's a way of life I put all my energy into the melody On the mp3s until the death of me Record exceptionally, especially Whenever I be monumentally, grammatically, killing the mic I tell my DJs, cranking that music, keeping 'em moving when the beat plays Staying into it, breaking and grooving, and MCs they Thinking that you should always pursue in what their dreams make Taking from lucid All the people gotta make their money And the way to make money is to get inside of the industry Take it on the radio, flow So you can go blow, we get a car And a crib up on MTV But in the end what's classic? Radio bubblegum? or a voice filled with passion? To my real hip-hop heads, please stand up Cause the only people that can preserve this art is us. "