[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 [Hook] [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 [Hook]