[Brother Ali]

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 Moe Dee 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 Mumia back then

We had Mandela back then

I rock the green, black and yellow back then

When Foxy Brown was breakin' in her first training bra we had dreams

But Rosie Perez is who we saw

Never said that I was old school but let me get it straight

This game has never been as straight as it was in ‘88

[Interlude]

Doin’ my thang with an ’89 swing

Kick this one here for me and my king

’89 the number, another summer

One one one one

The mic the man, the master plan

And if you need ‘em I got crazy prophylactics

Had to climax when I max, relax and chill

Sit down eat your slice of pizza and be quiet

Buddy Buddy Buddy all in my face

The J to the A to the M to the E

I’m talented yes I’m gifted

Nigga please, you work for UPS

It’s not about a salary, it’s all about reality

And the J-U-N-G-L-E

I don’t slur my words when I rap ‘cuz that’s wack

Kick a hole in the speaker pull the plug than I jack

Crashhh!!! 2000 suckas!