P$c - Hip-Hop Tribute lyrics

[Hook: sample] I love you so.. never gonna let you go baby I love you so.. never gonna let you go baby [Intro: Polite (Stumik)] Icewater.. (yeah dedication to my n***as, I love y'all) [Stumik] I remember back when, a n***a first started rapping Wu-Tang was the main attraction Rae and Ghost was the illest team Deck did his thing on C.R.E.A.M Meth made you wanna smoke weed Dirt and Uey, spit with SWV I used to rock Cuban Linx and go and double my cheese Duckin' the D's, RZA was the Prince Rakeem So peace to the whole Clan and thanks for everything [Cigar] Yo, it's hip hop/rap, let's take it back, 1986 When MC Shan, Marley Marl, n***as rocked the bridge I watched video hot tracks on T.V Kool Moe Dee, Big Daddy Kane, down to Biz Markie Remember UTFO and The Real Roxanne? "Eric B. For President" was a cla**ic jam KRS repped the Bronx, Boogie Down, rap battles threw down From the roof top to Polo Grounds I had the big boom box, thumping Scott LaRock Hip hop was hot, had shorties doing the wop And my n***as used to break dance to Planet Rock From doing the pop, spinning on the cardboard box [Polite] Aiyo, it seems it's all good, but the block is mean It's like, hip hop, showed me how to rock my jeans If it wasn't for this rap game, where would I be? Gunned down, dead in the streets, or locked in the beast Yo, when Big died, that's the day the world cried Peace to Pac and Pun, Aaliyah, we ride Yo, I wanna take this rap game back to the beginning Where Run-DMC and Jam Master Jay was spinning Yo, it wasn't easy, n***as had a harder way Doc The Roc, he spinning on Harbor's day It's like, hip hop, showed me how to live my life My name's Jason, but hip hop named me Lite [Hook] [Raekwon] Straight money, get a live lad, young seed, color me bad My wallabees red, the lobby, we would grab n***as Selling mad smoke with caves on, brushin' my waves My highway ninjas, fly the sensation Black trenchers, e gooses, mad looses, come in the booth Doug E. Fresh and 'em, Rick and them suits The raw lotto years, switch up the emblem, more color bottles Gold on a n***a neck, slidin' around cop Gallo What? Playin' Union Square, chillin' with Ewings who care My first day, picture me scared I been to high lite, and anarchy, can't rob me, all in the train The A, baby boy, blowin' on yard weed R.C. Tone, K-Fin, J-Gosh The n***a Rosh, Buddha Rob, Black Chavy and Marsh Move on, I shout yesterday's dons, God love and respect I hope your dreams come true, word is bond [P.C.] When n***as used to be in cyphers I was sittin in the back Never said nothin, I just used to listen to rap Wu was still tryin to get on the map I was a youngin', when I realized that I had a mission in rap So I grabbed my pen and my pad, gave it everything that I had I swear I used to sit in the lab And write all night, n***as used to make me hype Freestylin in the mirror with a brush as my mic [Rhyme Recka] This is my music, it made me, taught me, raised me Held me down, 24/7, when I need it from it it gave me Put me on to the latest gear, put a durag on my hair Throwback or baseball hat, Air Force One's, an Avirex triple five vex' on my back This is now but I still remember way back when When we used to rock Puma's, Gazelles and back spin Before 106 & Park, they used to throw jams in the park Cheeba got sparked after dark, twisted in bamboo paper That was when that battle between KRS-One and MC Shan was major Kane was raw, what Rakim said on beat was never said before The streets was hot, on every ghetto on every block And every radio you walked by was blastin off that real hip hop {*echoes*} [Hook]