this Hip Hop, nah it never stops,
take it back to the time before the era of Tupac,
Grandmaster Flash, Kool Herc, and Krush Groove,
when music did more than make deals in the lunchroom,
back when my juice came with no gin,
back when rap stars weren't fresh out the pin,
doin' dope deals then goin' back again,
every top 10 hit glorifies the seven sins,
so I roll up, OG Cleen turn that stereo up,
don't kill my vibe off that P Chill funk,
show the West Coast love when they stroll through the BUNK,
never hear us on the mainstream,
we never chasin' after pipe dreams,
i do this cause i do me,
so sit back and ride to this beat.
caught up in the current, survival of endurance,
we burnin' like a furance, we got the engine purrin',
not in a hurry, not tryin' to reach our peak,
slowly risin' from the deep, simply ridin' to these beats.
all the rookies fall off cause they tryin' to make it,
we on to the next cause we already made it,
find the lost souls and unplug from the matrix,
Apocalypse Now, our mission is forsaken,
so I chill and stay faded, engaged to the lab, married to the mic,
make love to the music, make babies with my wife,
my finances suck but I live a rich life,
nah, numbers ain't a thing,
so much in this world that we aim to gain,
it's so much sweeter when you endure the pain,
and see the sunshine reflect off the rain,
keep the hate in my rearview, don't speak cause I can't hear you,
talkin' all that jibber-jabber, we the emcees and y'all are just rappers.