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Peace good people This is world renowned Bushwick General Dysfunkshunal family's own DJ extraordinaire Crazy Dj Bazarro, you are now tuned in to legendary radio We got a colorful variety of bangers and exclusives for y'all tonight Remember that we don't know what we don't know And therefore we gotta learn if we wanna grow Each one, teach three turn off ya TV let's go Back when Raekwon was serving "Only Built for Cuban Links" Me and boys would hit the block on the avenue and linked The homie Yoni let borrow Stretch Armstrong tapes Pharaohe Monch was dropping bombs man we caught on late Biggie said it's crack rocks or jump shots in the back blocks Poor Righteous Teachers they would speak for have nots The school teachers were racist, the way they grade us I would channel Mohamed Ali you rocking with greatest Bring it back, Ali Shahid Mohamed copped the latest From the Tribe, rest in peace Phife his death was painful Mary J Blige with them Smif-n-Wessun verses Clue tapes round the same time Snoop was fighting murder Charges Death Row was beefing with Bad Boy F' I wasn't writing rhymes I was slapping the backboard Onyx was shutting me down Canibus was spitting harder than any other artist around That lost tapes for me put Nas in god space Rakim Allah was still crossing off date Was in Soho I first heard "The Black Album" Kanye produced that Lucifer tune, it has me wilding I would still cop the physicals and scrutinize the booklet Who'd have known a few years later I'd live Brooklyn Gang Starr and Mobb Deep with a little Styles P Without a soundtrack to guide me where the hell would I be? See while y'all out there talking about us We keep creating, this culture is meant to be live and carried on Let me break it y'all, if you ain't adding on You in the motherfucking way So keep ya 2 cent for the piggy bank cause You talking heads is a few dollars from being broke Shout out to all the true heads who love this artform If the system is comfortable with you Chances are you ain't doing it right When we make em uncomfortable and Nervous it means we doing our job When we keep em on their toes It's cause we putting numbers on the board We keep it grassroots and if you chop out our grass We gonna grow below ground Bottom line the shit don't stop
Writer(s): Philippe Tristan Fragione, Karim Bourhane, Shawn Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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