I was raised on the hip-hop
More raised in more ways than one
This is back when hip-hop was still fun.
When Public Enemy was still number one.
Before all the pro-black cats discovered guns. (No funds!)
Countin' money so me and my man skate to Kool Mo' G records
Makin' up hand-shakes
He's a damn fake to say he can't relate to Mike Tyson
Punch out, drinkin' up the Kool-aid and getting' cussed-out
Bust out in the evening, I'm free when I'm breathin' incense
And got the EPMDin'.
Back then an album was something you could listen to for 6 months straight
(Somebody slap me if that isn't true)
When my religion was hip-hop, Chris dropped the testament
That to this day got me wanna be intelligent

We didn't have a