[Intro: YogaFlame as Hook plays in background]

Ay yo, yo, this is YogaFlame radio!

I been gettin' mad request for this new jawnt

By this hot MC on the come up, by the name of E.L.P.J

So everybody that's in ya cars, ya Lexus, ya Benz

Ya Mercedes, or whatever ya in

Turn this jawnt up so loud that the cars next to you can hear it

And just cruise...

I'mma be acceptin' calls from listeners in a minute

Ya know, tell me what you think about this song

This jawnt is gon' take you back to the Golden Era

Eighties, nineties or something, word is bond

I mean... check it out

[Verse 1: E.L.P.J.]

It took 21 plays to start writin' on this page

I be in a daze for days, my mind in a maze

Thinkin' of ways I can raise what I gotta say

Zoned look on my face, you would think I was smokin' purple haze

Can't be fazed in the state of feelin' blazed, if the phrase

"burn the incense" illustrates its fullest arrays

My mind strays from the praise, craze, and delays

Of consciousness, it lays beneath my beret

Brothers always wanna fray, I'm peaceful like Freyr

But don't think I can't sway and slay emcees

And bake 'em into rappin' soufflé, olé

Lemme convey the decay of the cliché

And spread like hairspray

Get a cut from J at the Barbershop

Fresh off the top

Hop out whips and whip cyphers

Goin' fresh off the top

Killin' verses, ill in service

Bring the truth to the surface

Tell me if I'm destined or not...

[Radio break: YogaFlame & callers #1 & #2 as Hook plays in background]

YogaFlame:

First caller, Wassup?!

Caller #1:

Ay, wassup man?

YogaFlame:

Yo, what you think about the track mane?

Caller #1:

Yo don't this joint remind of them days where you'd be

Chillin' with your people, under the gazebo, smokin' ya weed

Rollin' ya dice? Man, this joint is dope!

YogaFlame:

Yessir! Yessir! Caller #2, what it do?!

Caller #2:

Yo, this E-Dub, the Hip Hop Old-head!

I'm lovin' that E.L.P.J. jawn!

YogaFlame:

Word is bond! Let's get back to the jawn!

[Verse 2: E.L.P.J.]

To my Pops, E-Dub, God bless ya life

To my peoples that show me love, God bless ya life

I swear this Hip Hop thing is the love of my life

So I'mma make sure that I take care of her right

So let's bury the hype

Like a berry it'll get ripe, and when the time's right

Hip Hop will have a righteous zeitgeist

Like back in the day, before the deals and airplay

It was park jams with rare play, and battles in the stairway

I wanna chill on Sugar Hill, with a quill and keep it real

Put it on like Corleone cause I'm licensed to ill

I'm raisin' hell like Run DMC, it's not my fault they favor me

But Rap was yellin', "Vacancy!"

You know my steez, so why would you try to test me

Be at ease, cause E's rhymes turnin' MCs to debris

Yeah G, I'm keepin' it true, cause the Roots crew said

"Never do what they do..."

[Hook: E.L.P.J.]

Ain't no half-steppin' with this

It's strictly business

Rappers ridin' 'round in Range Rovers wastin' fuel

Follow the leader 'cross the bridge 'til it's over and we're paid in full

I mean you'll

Understand the message, I guess it, ain't hard to tell

Walkin' 'round in my Adidas 'til my feet swell

The history is something that you must learn

It's the return...

[Verse 3: E.L.P.J.]

One many army, can't nothin' harm me

Nothin' alarms me, I stay calm G

Layin' in palm trees

Who's the kid causing all the buzz

I appeared on the scene suddenly like peach fuzz

Hip Hop fiends will seek us, as we creep up

And shank the industry's weak butt

Lookin' for the next beat to rhyme with

'til I find it I'mma recline and

Stay vibin' to Criminal Minded...

[Hook]

[Radio outro: YogaFlame as Hook plays in background]

God dang! Y'all must really be lovin' this jawnt!

We got phones ringin' off the hooks for this one y'all!

Ay, I think we may have a hit on our hands

I got like, I got like, eight workers in the back

Answerin' phones, and they got people talkin'

About playin' this jawnt all day

So I think we will! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!