The Boom Bap

The Hip-Hop
From hop scotch
To Scott La Rock
From the beat drops
To Flex drops bombs when the hits hot
Exclusively

Hip-Hop
The hips hopped
When Rick decided to be slick
Right when Bambaataa decided to migrate the flow from Africa
We heard the culture
Sitting high looking down on the hood
Hi tops and flat tops
Were the confirmation that the masses understood

In Hip-Hop
The style then later dropped -
(Literally)
Jeans below the asses
Only NWA  could explain what happened
They screamed were fuck the police
When we thought it was losing cause

The representatives of the republic decided this alpha music was dangerous
So we walked in Tribes on this so Called Quest
(to Question)
Love for our culture
The Roots
Of De La Soul
Which voice our soul in volumes

Hip-Hop...
Rocked
Every John wanting to be a Legend from the block
These funky beats had beasts checking out the ladies dressed in less
Showing their Foxy Brown skin
Trying to win a Roc Boy to be apart of the family

Hip-hop
the rap style
The flow of poetic justice
Where we battle with lyrics that engaged out spirits
As we listened to Badu haiku's and
Hey love; hi how are you’s
You see Music fathered me
Took me farther then what I could of believed

I am Hip-Hop
I’m a son of rhyme
An ancestor of the jive
I’m the style of delivery
In every punch line
Attitude determines my altitude

I am Hip-Hop
I’m the culture
I’m the move, meant to be no only heard but swooned
I am Hip-Hop
Who are you?