[ 1: Mike G ] Remedies for house stayed simple and plain Little wine, little music, little Mary Gotta keep the lights dim, so the people walk in The vibe stays nice and mellow, fits in And hey and ho, are gettin they groove on The record stops when the lights came on Then they back off, we continued to groove Then somebody grabbed the mic they had somethin to prove It was the spirit got em, it wouldn't let loose There before our eyes hip-hop was produced The fire kept on burnin like a doggie in You couldn't help to feel the flavor as you walked through the Everybody had a crew on every for blocks This seemed to be insurance the beat won't stop So one day shots and it was no one to blame All you thought was would it ever all be the But if you got the love, baby, won't a damn change As long as you remember it remains
[ CHORUS: The Brothers ] I When we used to shoot-em-up, bang-bang I When we to play shoot-em-up, bang-bang and DJ's (2x)
[ VERSE 2: Baby Bam ] Block jam-packed, the first time I heard rap And deejays spinnin back These were the last days of the ghetto It wasn't all about bein jiggy, so save that rap for Down on my knees in the playin skelly upstairs to see _Graffiti Rock_ on the telly With one eye on the droppin I knew that one day would come I'd be on the mic rockin Every day school practisin I mixed blues smarts with street smarts, and then started rappin But for me it wasn't So I up my style, to the ladies been mackin I wrote a rhyme about 'Roxanne, I used to bust it out when I to a jam My mother the dirty rap She said, "You ain't gon' go too far expressin like that Disrespectin women And what's gon' happen when you turn around and try to have own children?" So I changed up my style once So me and my moms still be friends My daddy buggin out so far me pretend to be another rap star Through my eyes he saw a changin Growin up to be a man and leave the shootin, bangin
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[ VERSE 3: Afrika Bam ] Now this one goes out to the who set it off And all the pioneers that made it it was Cause we been doin for 25 years long So we gotta represent and keep hip-hop JBeez, we on a plateau, ain't stoppin us Will with the spirit of God, now watch it in us Cause when you cut the off the family tree All you behind is the sweet memory from the start, we did it in the park It wasn't for the money, and it came the heart But in these and times, when rappers write rhymes All we think about is signin on the dotted Me, I thinkin about the way it used to be When before you was a rapper, you an MC I'm proud of my heritage, and glad we made it I still bust without bein player-hated Standin on the same stage, rockin with the Was a dream true for a brother like me Before rap was consumed, and was doomed I was bangin on tables, rhymin in the I used to walk the street with my ghetto My brothers on the was startin Zulu chapters You what I'm talkin about if you go way back And yo, big ups to all my sisters, in the of rap Cause when it comes to hip-hop, you know you gotta keep it Take the old, mix it with the new I used to go by the of MC Shazaam But now you know me as Afrika Bam
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