(Jeff)
On like a mix tape since the fifth grade
It didn't take long to differentiate
From the Kris Kross to the Kid Frost
To this white boy with the big nuts
I'm remember when I was building my rep
Standing on deck with no microphone check
Writing my songs to any beat I get
Like writing along on my BMX
Scratching up my dad's vinyl home alone
Going through needles like Dee Dee Ramone
The sh** didn't work so I went with words
For that look on your face, ‘cause the truth liberates
And I wanted that, I still do
Every time I wrote a rhyme my thesis was proved
Mobbing with the headphones, filling up the headroom
Look at my notebook, the odyssey continues
(Chorus)
It's on like that, that
So own it, flaunt it
Chase it like you want it
It's on like that, that
So own it, flaunt it
C'mon and jam on it
(Dino)
Ain't new to the scene, or new to the block
Been rapping since the days of the record shops
And when a, record dropped I'd cut cla** to get in
Line for a copy couldn't wait to play it
I learned it backwards and front, every word, ever rhyme
It was a hip-hop state of mind
Walk down the block, you wouldn't skip a beat
You heard the same song play on a different street
Say man did you hear MC so and so?
He said this, said that and wouldn't you know
He wore a tracksuit and some shell toes
A big gold chain and a powder blue Kango, ‘cause
That's the way, it was, and went
Send some love to those creators of fresh
And at best we could keep, your spirit alive
On a culture you helped to redefine
(Chorus)
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