Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!
Another session, learn the lesson
50 More years of Hip Hop
Bronx action, more action
Floor crackin', more passion
Feed my people that raw rappin'
House to house like I'm Doordashing
Assassin, you askin', "Who is this?"
And I'm still laughin'
Forward thinking, never backtracking
Boom-bappin', never rap lacking
Got my people all up in the place
Royalty, with a scar on they face
Chocolate rap, you can all get a taste
Architect, we built this place
Vroom, vroom, vroom, time for the chase
Chase down traitors invading the space
Keeping the pace in a hole like an ace
Or an ace in the hole when I throw in the bass
Race? No, you don't really want to race
Chase? No, you don't really want to chase
You don't want to see me when I come up in the place
Lyric after lyric in your motherfucking face
Gal [?] scream out "What happened to his face?"
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!
That's what happen, when you spit your rap
And your skill are lacking and your beats are whack
And you meet the captain that defeats the dragon
And your mouth is shut cause you're eating a magnum!
50 more years of Hip Hop
Yeah, listen
All I do is spit raw
Stick around and you'll get more
This is what I spit for
That other shit I ignore
Show up at the spot, go off the top like a wig store
I give more, rappers looking puzzled like they Jigsaw
As you can see, we rising
Like from the 3rd floor to 6th floor
1520 Sedgwick Ave, come do a quick tour
Ven aqui, stop listening to hip-hop cultures enemies
And go to the website: birthplaceofhiphop.nyc
You know that this is where the truth at
Everybody that was old school was one time a New Jack
So think about where you at
And the future look at you back
Are you going to be able to school cats
Or be where them fools at?
I'm coming again with the boom bap
Many just can't do that
So I bring my raps and effects when I'm swingin' on these New Jacks
All you hear is boom, crack
You still askin' "Who's that?"
Well it's the teacher, Newark New Jersey
That's where the school's at
Listen, they switching up your whole position
Popeyes went from eating spinach now to frying chicken
You better listen
Knowledge Reigns Supreme, the other shit's weird shit
This that original, foundation, old grey beard shit
Yeah, I see the ice, but where them vocals at
You see the double metaphors I express on these local cats
I bring the focus back
This shit here is hot
We spittin' after 50 years of Hip Hop
What we want?
50 More Years of Hip Hop
We reppin' every block, we are never gonna stop, We got
50 More Years of Hip Hop
Breakin', MCin', writin', beatboxing, DJ-ing, we got
50 More Years of Hip Hop
The best and no less, relief the stress, and stay fresh, We doin'
50 More Years of Hip Hop
You see we all here, we goin' 50 more years
