[Verse 1: PMD]
Time to time, travel back in time
When I wanted to be a b-boy, when I wanted to rhyme
Listen to the Magic rap attack, tryin' to get mine
Dreams of a * world premiere, ready to shine
Way before satellite, radio, * and *
Before the internet, GPS and textin'
Before the e-mail, cellphone, Fed Ex and
Hip-hop was in the making
Kool Herc, Bambaata, Zulu Nation
I was only 13, but I was tuned in
Checkin' and peepin' the new movement
My brother * was signed to Tommy Boy Records
Connected, years later met Sermon, started to wreck sh**
* * down, I was * * * of the * Squad
* * * * the birth of the Hit Squad
EMPD, Das EFX, Redman and K-Solo
Knuckleheads, Boondocks, I'm on a slow flow
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[Verse 2: Sean Strange]
Ey, yo, I been * hip-hop, kept me alive
Ready to die, never that, in fact, heavily grind
From * * to halftime, my mind I can't find
Some times the man cried, * * * * *
You should pay attention, take a * from the great depression
My tape collection responsible for the cake I'm catchin'
And now I got the game locked like I'm state correction
My brain's reflection is deadlier than the * *
Sean * * * before the show, gotta roll the dutch
I'm * * *, I throw you up in the * *
I'm old enough, I like being covered up like a * *
Until I grab the mic, prepare to * * *, now hold it up
I paid my dues, you can't deny that I grind, dog
And rhyme bars * when I'm on the mic feel like I'm God
PMD the teacher gave me knowledge that'll rock the crowd
I'm all around the world, motherf**a, ain't no stoppin' now
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