Intro

Ayyo, I think it's time we give them a sign Take it back to seventy-nine when hip-hop would shine Of a good times and the hood felt fine I mean, we came from pro kegs, to Bally's to afrocentric dreads From nappy heads, to now we being prawled by the feds From low-top fades, to baldheads to braids To doo rags with tilted hats And cats carrying razor blades inside their mouth Before we was gettin crunk and going dirty dirty south Know what I'm sayin, It was all about what a nigga would spit from his mouth How much weight to a hole Back when the Cold Crush Brothers was fresh, fly, wild and bold Kool Moe Dee versus Busy Bee, Force MC's and the Fantastic Freaks Mc Spoony G, on the wheels of steel Grandmaster D Or Flash and DST, sparking their wild style With that spinback that made the other cats go wild Let me tell you son, we goin back to porce tapes to four tracks When we always wanted more tracks From the SP-1200 with two point five seconds per sampling pack That was all we had but niggas was glad They could loop the beat, so maybe they could scoop the street This is back when Marley Marl first dropped the "Symphony" The eighty-six MC era, when Rakim struck all y'all crap MC's with terror And Kool G Rap and Kane flipped track to argue who was better And yes, some would stress it was KRS from the Bronx And he proved that MC Shan from Queens was no conte Then we flash to the nineties, when shit got all grimey And everybody was claimin they was thug, gansta or crimey When WTC just appeared on the scene This was the first time when everybody start to make some real cream And New York niggas walked around with fronts in their teeth The next thing you know, east coast and west coast caught beef And noone knew how far it would go 'Till we lost two great soldiers and now we cherish their souls Two heroes, hip-hop industry now resorted down to numbers of ones and zeroes From mono to stereo, from analog to digital Now hip-hop life support's stuck on critical Let's take it back before MTV and BET Before the commercials by KFC, ATT and Mickey D's Before all you gangstas and G's, pimps and hoes Let's take it back to the original flows Of an MC, his DJ, the mic and the show The crowd yelling Hoooo And off on the way we go Let's take it out of the matrix Ayyo Tech, yo Sway, let's get back to the basics *Heavy breathing*