[Verse 1]

Never stop the funk flowing from New York

'Cause I'm a native, bred and born

And I'd like to talk about the MC battles

And all the old school crews

Kick a rhyme with my boys when they drinking 40 brews

Hip Hop is the medicine to sooth my brain

An imitation MC causes lots of pain

A good Dj can make my day

But with the microphone, I'd like to say

Get the stand steady now you already understand

'Cause we got the master plan and I'ma kick it if I can

Yes, yes y'all, we can do this all night long

'Cause the vocals is strong and the rhyme goes on

My style has pauses, I fight for causes

I don't bare no sins, just wins, no losses

Of course a [?] got the power of a [?]

Getting paper from a show so yo, I'm heading to the bank

Yes I'm a New York trooper kinda like New York gangster [?]

I used to bless the Buddha and my rhymes were always stronger

And I started to sell [?] on the ultimate route

When the girl isn't cute and want to knock boots

[?] it don't matter 'cause I can still scatter

And I got more hats than the man Jimmy [?]

Chumps, chimps, chatter, my brain is filled with data

Soul beats are phat but [?] are phatter

Give us our praise, I think we gotta

Take all the praise and dedicate it to Bambaataa

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[Verse 2]

Infiltrators on your station with a ghetto quotations

[?] the rap equations getting heavy rotation

Patiently await my turn to tell the tale of my nation

And thus far, I'm giving props to the Zulu foundation

Listen blessing of the souls from times long past

Of b-boys in the parks rocking parties after dark

Spark the long term memory cell

Histroy [?] 'cause the Greek had multiple gods

But never cite that as a curb with the world of peace

My key to transform against criminal minded mentality

Unity through the music scene

[?] to the [?] busting rhymes with affinity

No need for a shame, boy [?]

Bass pumping from the speakers will make your nut juggle

At the P-A-L, bell bottoms and durags

[?] up on Jerome Av

The Herculoids with Cool D on the set

[?] in his Puma sweats

The nigga, [?] uptown wilding

Brooklyn in the house, profiling and styling

The break beat music room at the rooftop

In the Converse hi tops doing the buster

The roots of the culture running in the groove

As the one and Eddie Cheeba was show and proof

The code of honour established on the streets

Respecting fly rhymes and dope-ass beats

So now you give us the props

I think you gotta take all the praise and dedicate it to Bambaataa

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[Verse 3]

Here we go...

Well, bring all the competition and get the critics

Jahbaz is kicking the heavy jazz for all the heritage

Afrika Bambaataa was creator of the style

Back in the 70s he got buckwild

Kool Herc went to work, sound systems went berserk

Kool Keith wasn't there so down with DJ Red Alert

Grand Master Flash, Islamic Kaz

Pioneers for our ears didn't clock the cash

Hip Hop as a art back then was starving

[?] tag when the kids went rhyming

So I say respects to Compton

'Cause the Cali funk was funking while New York rap was rap rocking

Oakland had disco and I was rocking Sugar Hill

Sucker [?] got jacked when they stepped on [?]

I remember going to Yankee standium

Walking with my dad through the Bronx in the radio

We went from Forder road down to Hunts point

I heard a Funky 4 joint called (It's the joint!)

Diamond Z, Busy B, The Cold Crush Brothers

The Treacherous Three, Spoonie Gee and many others

Like Kurtis Blow and his son, Dj Run

They used battle Dj Hollywood just for fun

I gotta go play [?]

Just to bump the old tapes and my man Bambaataa