Okay, mic check, one, two, one, two It's time to rap, man, hip-hop, hip-hop
They say you always say, mic check, one, two Yeah, yeah, yeah
I remember the first time I fell in love with hip-hop
Hip-hop, you don't stop She was the most beautifulest girl on my block
I met her walkin' up top Voice was comin' out the speakers of this
Black car I ain't let her get far
Memorized every word she said bar for bar She stole my heart
I remember that black car I remember them big rims
Fishbowl, no tints Paint job immaculate
Body perfect, no dents I asked my mama for $12.99
She told me, make it make sense I ain't been the same since
The first tape she bought me was DJ Jazzy Jeff and Fresh Prince
I ain't want that wack shit, but I still listen
I remember catchin' a bus to 111th and Michigan
It used to be a record store I love reminiscing
About my life way back when I was just a young kid
I just wanted to rap then, yeah
Standing on the green machine I had to get my practice
Actin' like it was a stage, Duke started jacket
Yeah, I just remember Jody and John was doin' back flips
On the dirty mattress, Dion had matches
Settin' a dumpster on fire, stopped the mosquitoes back then
Man, I'm just rappin' I swear to God, I'm just rappin
Man, hip-hop, you don't stop
Spub used to write his name on the wall in every block
I got jumped in front of Three Sisters in Roseland by the bus stop
Me and Wood beat a nigga ass so bad inside the Seven Seas
The nigga dropped his ice cream, butter pecan ice cream
That was my momma's favorite, Girbaud strap my jeans
4X my tall tee
My favorite teacher was Ms. Reynolds and Mrs. Halsley
I hated shoppin' at Aldi's
Back when all they had was paper bags and momma only
She only really bought three
They had the nerve to stuff em with canned goods, man, all three
I was about 13, man, I'm just rappin
I swear to God, y'all, man, I'm just rappin
No rehearsal, no writin' it down, I'm just yappin
Talkin' out the side of my neck, hyped up off caffeine
I don't drink coffee, but that shit got me talkie
I'ma pass this to my offspring
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Okay, mic check, one, two, one, two It's time to rap, man, hip-hop, hip-hop
They say you always say, mic check, one, two Yeah, yeah, yeah
I remember the first time I fell in love with hip-hop
Hip-hop, you don't stop She was the most beautifulest girl on my block
I met her walkin' up top Voice was comin' out the speakers of this
Black car I ain't let her get far
Memorized every word she said bar for bar She stole my heart
I remember that black car I remember them big rims
Fishbowl, no tints Paint job immaculate
Body perfect, no dents I asked my mama for $12.99
She told me, make it make sense I ain't been the same since
The first tape she bought me was DJ Jazzy Jeff and Fresh Prince
I ain't want that wack shit, but I still listen
I remember catchin' a bus to 111th and Michigan
It used to be a record store I love reminiscing
About my life way back when I was just a young kid
I just wanted to rap then, yeah
Standing on the green machine I had to get my practice
Actin' like it was a stage, Duke started jacket
Yeah, I just remember Jody and John was doin' back flips
On the dirty mattress, Dion had matches
Settin' a dumpster on fire, stopped the mosquitoes back then
Man, I'm just rappin' I swear to God, I'm just rappin
Man, hip-hop, you don't stop
Spub used to write his name on the wall in every block
I got jumped in front of Three Sisters in Roseland by the bus stop
Me and Wood beat a nigga ass so bad inside the Seven Seas
The nigga dropped his ice cream, butter pecan ice cream
That was my momma's favorite, Girbaud strap my jeans
4X my tall tee
My favorite teacher was Ms. Reynolds and Mrs. Halsley
I hated shoppin' at Aldi's
Back when all they had was paper bags and momma only
She only really bought three
They had the nerve to stuff em with canned goods, man, all three
I was about 13, man, I'm just rappin
I swear to God, y'all, man, I'm just rappin
No rehearsal, no writin' it down, I'm just yappin
Talkin' out the side of my neck, hyped up off caffeine
I don't drink coffee, but that shit got me talkie
I'ma pass this to my offspring
They say you always say, mic check, one, two Yeah, yeah, yeah
I remember the first time I fell in love with hip-hop
Hip-hop, you don't stop She was the most beautifulest girl on my block
I met her walkin' up top Voice was comin' out the speakers of this
Black car I ain't let her get far
Memorized every word she said bar for bar She stole my heart
I remember that black car I remember them big rims
Fishbowl, no tints Paint job immaculate
Body perfect, no dents I asked my mama for $12.99
She told me, make it make sense I ain't been the same since
The first tape she bought me was DJ Jazzy Jeff and Fresh Prince
I ain't want that wack shit, but I still listen
I remember catchin' a bus to 111th and Michigan
It used to be a record store I love reminiscing
About my life way back when I was just a young kid
I just wanted to rap then, yeah
Standing on the green machine I had to get my practice
Actin' like it was a stage, Duke started jacket
Yeah, I just remember Jody and John was doin' back flips
On the dirty mattress, Dion had matches
Settin' a dumpster on fire, stopped the mosquitoes back then
Man, I'm just rappin' I swear to God, I'm just rappin
Man, hip-hop, you don't stop
Spub used to write his name on the wall in every block
I got jumped in front of Three Sisters in Roseland by the bus stop
Me and Wood beat a nigga ass so bad inside the Seven Seas
The nigga dropped his ice cream, butter pecan ice cream
That was my momma's favorite, Girbaud strap my jeans
4X my tall tee
My favorite teacher was Ms. Reynolds and Mrs. Halsley
I hated shoppin' at Aldi's
Back when all they had was paper bags and momma only
She only really bought three
They had the nerve to stuff em with canned goods, man, all three
I was about 13, man, I'm just rappin
I swear to God, y'all, man, I'm just rappin
No rehearsal, no writin' it down, I'm just yappin
Talkin' out the side of my neck, hyped up off caffeine
I don't drink coffee, but that shit got me talkie
I'ma pass this to my offspring
Writer: Antwon Murdo
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