Verse 1
I compose rhymes
They nice lines
Flowing from the paper
To the public's eyes
Won't you realize
They are more than mine.
Be flowing from the mic
To ya ears. Fine minds
Full of talented young men and women
Everyday
Different styles, different people
Different things to say.
Maybe you find it easy
And oh so true.
We saying a new language
We talking to you.
Its hip-hop
You can understand it.
Its real, not fake or
From another planet.
Come from inspirations
Not separations
Call me up without
Any hesitation.
To go with the flow
We even teach class.
But not on warm days
That's when class is absent.
Play this track when
You're in the park
Or maybe walking down
The block when its dark.
Need a hot summer jam?
Yo, we got your back.
Emcees and femcees.
Brought hip-hop back.
(Hook x2)
When its your time to rhyme
Will you rise to shine?
Or sit on the bleachers
Or on the sidelines?
Verse 2
Beautiful lyrics
Coming from intelligent minds
Making me scared? Ha.
I do this all the time.
Most the time
When I write
I pour my soul
Into the song that took
All night to write.
I treasure it
Music!
Like a newborn child.
I love and cherish it.
Hip-Hop!
Making it mine.
Its my lyrical drug
Gotta have more and more
Til I rock the mic
Until I can't rock no more.
I can live with music.
Can't live without hip-hop
Rock and heavy metal.
I gotta give props.
Brings smiles to my eyes
And that ain't new.
By you bobbing ya head,
I did it with you too.
We the real true artists
We the ones doing it right
We the ones making you good
Making you hype.
Cause we try as we fly
You and I going high
In the sky rock the mic
Every day til we die.
(Hook x2)
When its your time to rhyme
Will you rise to shine?
Or sit on the bleachers
Or on the sidelines?
