Self Biography

”When we’re talking ’bout the..” ”The promoe massodiacs sign be the tourists” ”Let me tell you what it’s all about” ”Since the year nineteen seventy six The twenty eight of April I’ve been in the mix” [Verse 1] At nine years old, I started out hard Got caught for stealing pens and tagging in the schoolyard I’ll school y’all, shorties all about my fleet In the same year did my first piece at red peace With Chris, we got busy in his country house The year ’86 with hiphop I was hypnotized Eyes and ears on Doug E. Fresh and Biz Mark We copied the graffiti stickers from Denmark And subway yard, my love for hiphop you couldn’t stop it Looked up to crime brothers and median puppet I dug it, plugged it in, the cassette Afrika Bambaataa, Run DMC, Ultra Magnet-tix I kick some rhymes at a school party Together with Chris, that’s how we started We parted, but we still friends, I see him now and then He’s one of the reasons why i picked up the pen [Chorus] ”The promoe massodiacs sign be the tourists” ”Let me tell you what it’s all about” ”Since the year nineteen seventy six The twenty eight of april i’ve been in the mix” ”The promoe massodiacs sign be the tourists” ”Let me tell you what it’s all about” ”Since the year nineteen seventy six” ”When we’re talking ’bout the..” ”Promoe, Promoe…” [Verse 2] Nineteen eighty nine’s the number Another summer (god damn) sound of the funky spraycan Me and my four man clan, did some pieces From some cops we ran Can it be that it was all so simple then Now in ’96 it’s so rough it makes you hesitant My residence at the stamos westeroas Which I still represent from head to toes Met Embee in ’91, a year later Cosmic We formed the LoopTroop, proceeded to rock it Did our first live show against racism in a park Came up with our first demo, we called it Superstars Sold it to our friends and family, got some familiarity And in the streets, we got some popularity For charity and for free, we done most our shows Yo check the last verse in the story of the Promoe [Chorus] [Verse 3] Now in ’96 me and Cosmic moved down south But with my loved ones I’ll keep in touch, no doubt I got Embee and my whole family And my girl up there I still love y’all I swear And to my man out in stock town, toys better duck down ‘cuz you got that graff shit locked down We shared apartment for like six months Didn’t really work out, but you’re still my son I met some new people, one dope rapper is Akem He gets all them heads open without having to crack ‘em And CYA don’t confuse with CIA, ‘cuz he’s not down with the law But sometimes down on the floor Spinning around, peace to second class sound Spoonin take a poem forever getting down I get around, get by and get over Still represent hiphop when I get older