B-Boy
(专辑: The Language Of My World - 2005)
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 dissing 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