[Intro: Zubz]
We used to tell stories (te punde)
A long time ago (te punde)
It's called oral tradition
And that's how our history was preserved and
Handed down through time
[Verse 1: Zubz]
Now way back, long time ago
Before the wise man came to mine the gold
Before lines were drawn on the continents
To mark society dominance (te punde)
There lived a muso who's name was Turo
Part of a duo with partner Gudo
Together they'd bring pleasure to the king
And the whole village at large whenever they would sing
They made up all the battle cry chants
The warriors used at war when they stamped
Out enemies easier than ants
Celebrated when they returned to camp
They would write a new song in advance
In honour of those who perished for the land
Picking up both a man and his fam
And at the same time making them dance
Check it, one day the king said he was bored with
The way the two of them predictably did the chorus
He told them "Innovate the way that you write
Bring the freshness or pay with your life!" (te punde)
Turo and Gudo spent sleepless nights
Wondering how to create a song chief would like
It's not easy trying to get to bed
With thought of d**h all in your head
You can feel that!
[Chorus: ? & Zubz]
(Gather round)
Boys and girls listen up gather round now
(Fire song)
Hey, I got a story and a fire song now
(It's your sound)
Don't let them fool you hip hop is your sound!
(Fire song)
Just, fall in love with the music!
X2
[Verse 2: Zubz]
Hmm, pondering this impossible feat
Gudo tapped nervously on the bark of a tree
And as he tapped it he kept repeating
The same words "We're dead this weekend" (te punde)
Soon the words and the tapping linked up
Rhythmically jelled and totally synced up
Turo stated nodding his head
Until he noticed he forgot his d**h, but instead
He joined in with his own lines
To the rhythm at the end he threw a rhyme
Not pre-written, straight from the mind
And when he got stuck, Gudo was inclined
To jump in finish it in time
They went on till the sunshine
Gave way to give the moon beams ime
Oh, Turo and Gudo will be fine
That night chief's wife gave birth
So the village had a party and they formed a circle
With no rehearsal the duo was forced
To once again lead the music of course (te punde)
Gudo tapped Turo rapped and they kept on
All night long, nobody there slept son
Somebody jumped, started spinning on his back
That was the beginning of rap, get your facts right!
[Chorus: ? & Zubz]
X2
[Outro: Zubz]
That's the story i tell these these kids
I'm like, "Hip Hop didn't start out in Queens"
I'm like, "Hip Hop didn't start out in The Bronx"
Hip Hop started right here
On the African continent
[Modified Chorus: ? & Zubz]
(Gather round)
The home of the drum
(Fire song)
The birthplace of rhythm itself
(It's your sound)
So I tell them, "Don't be afraid to love Hip Hop."
(Fire song)
I tell them like this, "Fall in love with the music!"