(Attention all heads! Attention all heads! All ears on deck! All ears on deck! We came to rep real! We came to rep real!...yeah)

Verse 1:
The universe loves the female form! /The embodiment of heaven holding the grace of a storm/ and you cannot better it cos it's unique in the norm/ the essence of Mother Nature is transferred when she's born./and lives on. Beautiful, even when she performs. Buzzing like killer beez dancing to honey in their swarm/ Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned you have been warned/ your beauty is not a tool you were born a queen not a pawn/ or pawn star. And if you are quit the game./ Get off stage leave Hip Hop and go fuck somebody for fame./ Do it to your favorite track where you can twerk all the same./ Let your ass get jiggy with it exhaust the mic til it's lame/ But I think strange, cos sex is a sacred union/ where a soul kisses another and celebrates in communion/ and the secrets of your body is a gift kept for those using/ the purity of their heart to capture yours without noosing/

Hook: Hip Hop is not your porn magazine/ keep ya clothes on cheap
hoes on screen./ Hip Hop is not your cash or your cream or
these dazzling things out flashing the dream/
See Hip Hop started out in the heart and Hip Hop rocks to the
beat and it don't stop! (uh) Here to talk about what it is or it is not
it's Hip Hop...

Verse 2:
The art became a culture the culture a way of life/ from a d.j with some decks his boy Emcee and a mic/ then poets showed their might while battle cats flossed their bite/ and a graff artist painted life on a train over night/ And the Beat made it alright for the inmate flying a kite/ thinking about his release date and having his baby in sight/ while outside Beat was having people lose control./ Masses grouped together to celebrate the language of soul./ And it was hard to get a hold for every heart that it kissed/ had an eternal memory as a gift for their kids./ Yes it happened like this! The essence of Hip Hop/ had B-Boys dancing on a box straight off the top of the knot./ To the beat and you don't stop and you know that we won't quit/ even though the man has his finger in our industry kid/ It doesn't mater! Just give ya boy the mic and I'll spit/ some of that Hip Hop for my people just a little bit/ It Goes...

Hook x 2