B-Boy

Ladies and gentlemans

This an ode to the B-boys B-girls

The people out there

Who do it for the love

And believe me

I'm not dissin' anybody out there

Who's trying to get paid

I'm trying to get paid too

But I got one question

Whatever happened to the heart

That pumped the passion into the art

The entity that gave you

The energy to wanna start

Breakdancing I'm battling

Doing it at the park

Where the mission was expression

Not only to top charts

I don't know what happened

Wanting to blow rap

You lose soul and passion

For the flows and the tracks

Radio's lacking controlled by fascists

Assholes doing damage

But we're gonna take it back

Before beats to a hundred G's a pop

All you needed

Was a tabletop and a beatbox

Hip-hop without the B-boy

Is like shelltoes only having two stripes

Hip-hop we're freedom-fighting

Graffiti-writing party types

That recite and organize

And revitalize our rhyming

'Til the group of the moneymakers systems

Knows that the industry

Can eventually get served

Breakers of my verses spinning up

A revolution throughout our words

If you really want it come on get it

Cause I've got it

I'm honestly paying homage

To forgotten pioneers

Of this culture that are giving them

Props and learn

If you wanna earn your stripes

You gotta be able to rock this mic

And set cyphers alike

The feeling to put in everything

You got in the circle

Will never be documented

In the Coke commercial

We be the baddest

Now B-boys B-girls

Bring it back to the block

Lemme see you get ill

For real pop and lock

If you record without thought then stop

Because I'll serve your whole album

With the goddamn beatbox

Without thought it just happens

If you gotta think to feel

That's not rapping that's acting

I'm from a land of backpacks and fat cats

MCs with sick raps

Who serve those that are wack

It's a way of life

I put all my energy into the melody

On the mp3s until the death of me

Record exceptionally especially

Whenever I be monumentally

Grammatically killing the mic

I tell my DJs cranking that music

Keeping 'em moving when the beat plays

Staying into it

Breaking and grooving and MCs they

Thinking that you should always pursue

In what their dreams make

Taking from lucid to really do it

All the people gotta make their money

And the way to make money

Is to get inside of the industry

Take it on the radio flow

So you can go blow we get a car

And a crib up on MTV

But in the end what's classic

Radio bubblegum

Or a voice filled with passion

To my real hip-hop heads

Please stand up

Cause the only people

That can preserve this art is us

Sing