[Cormega] Yo, truer lyrics were praised, the listeners craved To hear our camera's get caned, the rooftop Where the dealers will hang, and bubblegooses And sheepskins, and DJ's play the song cuz they love the music Way before producers, were gettin' paid for beats Marley Marl was loopin', he made ya'll able to eat And B-Boy's were battlin', that stay key on Allington After school we watched Good Times and bust heroine When Melle Mel made the Message, it was monumental Not only was it dope, it also spoke on our issues Like Public Enemy, my memories, essentially ill Like hip hop was meant to be, KRS, Audio Two Treacherous Three, Fearless Four, Furious Five Dr. Jeckyll & Mr. Hyde, when T-La Rock was in his prime He spit rhymes, like no one other in his time When the cannon gettin' fly, Slick Rick, never improvise L Rock the Bells, DMC rocked cazelles with shells Skill matter, fuck ya rims and your record sales Hip hop is Stetsasonic and Mantronic Ultramagnetic, Schooly D, and Bambataa When Houdini made friends, it was well spoken Beretta magic had their rivalry, radio was doper Masters of Ceremony, Steady P, Dimples D Then Just Ice, Latoya, hit the streets Then we got the era of EPMD The Juice Crew, MC Lyte, and BDP Main Source breakin' atoms, had amazin' rappin' and beats Not basically sampling, artist need to regain the passion It doesn't matter if your chain is platinum It's what you is average, you would not be mentioned with the greatest rappers Hip hop is like Egypt, produced from it's greatest to sadness The industry's enemy, truth that's invading our palace They steal our culture, desipate our sculptures and claim The best rappers the complexion of the Roman leader known as Ceaser I don't believe 'em, I seek knowledge, the Brand Nubian The soul of Pete Rock, the vibe of the Tribe Heart of GangStarr, the braves of Diggin' In the Crates I'm Kool like Moe Dee, vocally I innovate
