Hip, Hop
Hip, Hop
Hip, Hop
Hip, Hop
Eat it, sleep it, breathe it, be it
See it, read it, speak it, free it
Seek it, clean it, fiend it, need it
Dream it, bleed it, breed it, deem it

She muzzles hips and my heartbeat skips, hops
Makes me move my lips, speak about mishaps
She's so hip, makes my head spin, twist off
Give her a kiss on the lips, when I spit drops
On the microphone, hope she hears my tears of emotion
I sat at home and wrote my deal, a poem, here's 110% devotion
Must have given me a potent la potion because she's holding my heart
Hope she keeps it unbroken, protect it in a chest, with a million other heads
Infatuated, writing pages answered on pavement
Rearranging compositions, all in the name
It's Hip Hop, I hope you know what I'm sayin'

'Cuz I Eat it, sleep it, breathe it, be it
See it, read it, speak it, free it
Seek it, clean it, fiend it, need it
Dream it, bleed it, breed it, deem it
Alright, Hip Hop is, it's that music from downtown
That nitty gritty sewer shit
Makin' people move like epileptic
Fix the hip hop rhythms to make the shows stop
And mouths drop
Make you throw a brick at a cop
I can't explain the way I feel about it
I can't explain the way that love and hate can complicate the elements can't deal without it
You still without it?
Well where the fuck you been? It's like oxygen
'Cuz MC's of the world can't even breathe without it
And graph writers of the world, they can't see without it
And B-Boys, they're just boys that can't move without it
And DJ's are just fucked up kids, up in they basement, wonder where the fuck they caught the tunnel wind

Eat it, sleep it, breathe it, be it
See it, read it, speak it, free it
Seek it, clean it, fiend it, need it
Dream it, bleed it, breed it, deem it

It's the fundamental mental potential 'o instrumental
Not one before ever present elements from periodic
Or wind, fire, and water
Maybe it came from some crazy comet
Nah, it's concrete, concrete beats, plus stops in back alleys
Puffin' on scrawny back seats
Fuckin' off and battling
Mastered fat techniques
Cops without canopies
Always what's happenin'
Flappin' jaws, chatterin' teeth, and shattering
Flippin' birds and act like scenes from hitch cock
Turnin' up the heat, lettin' ???
My words cover all degrees
From a q to obtuse, more rounded explains me, my mic use, and attitude
I know I won't be right all the time
But I can correct enough to make a firm circle true, 360 plus 5, and it comes around to you, well, I guess that's life
Yo, yo, yo, lemme rhyme real quick
Call me sick, or even ill
Bring some coke'd up kids, I'll be iller still
Yo, in dope rhymes, I stock up, impossible to lock up like Houdini
No, P.O.S, eatin' panini
Rap music comes off like hip-hops, Indiana still hangin' onto the bannister, blowin' up like the challenger
Underground, the level of intensity squared
Sipping silently, violently, pushing music to be shared
Sight for sounds, the cats and hounds, we get down with the battle tracks, and we cuttin' up the battle racks
M. Microphones methodically move masses
C. Cenospecies could constantly crush classes
Turntablism's a disease you get
When you can't leave a party without reckin' it, rockin' shit, can't forget the unseen
Usin' violence and fat caps to keep the city clean
Wassup

Hip, Hop
Hip, Hop
Hip, Hop
Hip, Hop
Hip, Hop
Hip, Hop

It's the inevitable inedible egg
Makin' feel like ya gettin' weak in the legs and knees possibly
It could be e a s y s t o n e 8 0, M I C, break it down for you, alphabetically
See, numerically, my styles that I like to share is 123
MC's up on the mic, gettin' disected and subtracted from my equation
See, I'm bein' born this, ???
??? be the P.O.S, I ??? can't depressed, I'm on a quest, like, fuck it, Zelda? or Link? What that kid's name?
I don't know, I don't even have this time to think
It's that, that P.O.S, that promise of stress, and the promise of the, woah, what the f-