Hip-Hip History 101

[Verse 1:] Yo, yo this is hip-hop the purest form of rock there ever was Y'all can keep on saying it's gonna die but it never does It never will, cause dope emcees will keep on flexing skills With or without a record deal, I always kept it real Remember the feelin' the first time that you heard Iron Man Even if you weren't into rap, you were surprised like damn This shit is dope, nod and let your mind expand And put your hands up if you ever poured Old English in your frying pan Hip-Hop is older and wiser, no it ain't dying fam If you can't see that, then you need an eye exam Now I'm a man, but when I was a younger cat The radio would play dope songs, and now it's fuckin' wack Corn balls rappin' about guns and crack But it's all a fantasy, it's all made up, and nothing's fact I live the stuff that I spit when I'm in the booth And I still bump Ill Street Blues and Living Proof Let's go Chorus: [sampler: This is raw as ever hip-hop. Represent for hip-hop. This is raw rap. Raw to the floor, raw like reservoir dawg.] [Verse 2:] Yo, I remember being like 13 higher than Red Man Mesmerized by Rock Raiders, Crossfader at the Wet Lands Brent Lubian Lord Finesse hosted and Big L hit my glass pipe Security was tight so you had to keep it on the low And a bouncer stole my bag and dunked out at the Killer Army show I got my flow, and I'm heavy on the scene now But I used to get nervous when older kids would make me freestyle Peace to freestyle, and the arsonists I used to bump As The World Burns, chill and spark a splif Onyx stayed in my walkman riding on the bus And I still think that people slept on ??? I'm oldschool, kids got beat up for free stuff And I listened to 4-5-6 more times than I seen the beat nuts Now turn the beat up, like you still a fan Or I'ma be real and show you how I can just kill a man [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Yo, after me and Grim made Hip-Hop Harder Than Concrete I met the Anti-Stars and Lock Shows at Dock Street I'm the ?? 30 deep Staten Island days, he was the backbone of the whole shit Before that, I was the kid that took your jewelry Now we were packin' venues from L.E.S. to the Brooklyn brewery When My New Jewels We were so wild, we got banned from the Barry Poetry Club And after that, these promoters always made their payments But we kept it underground, in the CBGB basement Around the time I added ACL to my name Me and Smokes were killin' it in Brooklyn but out of state shows were insane If you ask me, my crew dropped the illest shit We made classic records like Lunar Patterns with Sidius Check the sylabis, we still the sickest rappers spittin' You want to bring it back, I'll bring it forward homie, that's my mission [Chorus] "Did you say over? Nothing is over until we decide it is."