Willem Smith-Clark - N Ta Cheena? lyrics

"Can I kick it?" "Yes you can!" N ta cheena? Aha, ta cheena! "Can I kick it?" "Yes you can!" N ta cheena? Aha, ta cheena! Hip-Hop is a culture, can't follow? Who you, you don't wanna bother to see without race, religion, an alter a community a**embled couldn't be called a… culture. In Hip-Hop's Temple, the pillar that is central: Emceein' seems to me it's reminiscent of tradition so different. Distant from the land of its inception, embedded in elements developed in oral tradition. But there's three more pillars we be missing 2: Breakin' through your stony skull we must break in. No a**imilating, only imitating, these ancient inclinations. 3: Deejayin' what's that? Drum playing. Cutting and mixing, 808's is like djembeing. 4: Graffiti Art, it's been around from the start. Hip-Hop, a symbiosis of all. Let's review the revolution starting off with what Su said, “My people came from the south they used to get chased with them nooses. Hanging from branches it's so ironic we don't know our roots.” Sam looked at heritage, gave it the boot. But even back on the boats there was a loss of identity; packed in without family asking "where are you sending me?" Reclaiming idiosyncrasies lost across centuries. In the 70's afrocentrics started the syncretizing, synthesizing civilized with African vibes. The lines of KRS are where we're turning our eyes, “Rappers spit rhymes that are mostly illegal Emcees spit rhymes to uplift their people.” Elevating minds feeble like did Hip-Hop's prequel. Never backing down until these grounds are equal, “use our voice as weapon” to deliver the message. If you didn't catch it all, I hope you're left with a vestige.