Slow cook, dry rub, flame, let it sit That's the hip hop I fell in with the hip hop I fell in love with That's the hip hop I fell in with
Yeah, I fight to not diss tracks Distracts from the vision, reversing Win that, found a brother battling in He said a war don't make a what you do with the crown The crumbles at the feet of the humble But if you dope, you dope, just keep the way low the hip-hop I fell in love with That's the hip-hop I my dubs with robin a mic stomping Six exit east of Trying not to be the old always screaming old-school on the new dudes, knowing I could school fools Instead of veteran status for they betterment Ligaments been like them kids coming to get me When you finally reach pinnacle, it's hard to not be But down, enjoy the view Many are called, few That's the hip hop I in love with
Slow cook, dry rub, flame, let it sit That's the hip hop I fell in love That's the hip hop I fell in with low flame marinate, the dry rub, gotta let it sit That's the hip hop I in love with the hip hop I fell in love with
On that boom-bap dad back when my dad Ran his through they living room And set the crib on fire like "if I can't have you, no one can" Tainted love, mixed messages, curses and Like patience is a virtue, but I ain't to hurt you Like crack smoke is silly, but sales is kingly And the black man is god but if you try to the squad *pow* My uncle Charles got by a bloke reppin' Ghostown And I wish I coulda him My granny said he cold on saxophone And he's why I music It's how a man you never met can influence you Like the for which you listen could shape how you raise your children Like crooked men with dope pens inspired how I my living Gang affiliation, how it fascinated a but the hip hop I fell in love with
That slow cook, that dry rub, marinate, let it sit That's the hip hop I fell in love the hip hop I fell in love with That cook, that head nod, the neck brace, that stank face That's the hip hop I fell in love That's the hip hop I fell in love
Yeah, b-boy, p-noid, me and qya Roll into your show aché ate Destroy, deploy, eclectic low Sho' nuff up like "don't play, José" Take notes of this fire of wokeness I inspire the dopest emcees to bold, kid Heavy-handed pen stroke, been dope Reaganomics Trickle down and my hometown if I'm honest Me - just a city boy, me no pity, boy Stand up, man up, the rules of the committee On climbing over fences to edge of the LA River And scribble the syllables the city were silly But we was all we had though, next to the vatos Between Florence 13 and This is how we grew 'em, hip-hop and hoodlum True school 'em the one you enrolled in is failing ya Backpack of rhyme books, no hooks, for radio My favorite emcees don't no stadiums Outside the Palladium, the openers Only audible stood in awe and awkwardness Obvious we were too young but rap than guns kickflips, I don't hold semi-automatic clips They for me to get a blue rag dangling my pocket, tangling with the wrong crowd Stop it but that's the hip-hop I in love with That's the hip-hop I threw my dubs