Rebhell - My turn to write about...
Hip-hop you ain´t the love of my life you´re just a friend of mine
A fuckin´good friend, one of the best sometimes
You can be golden lyrics over rythms
I picture your open spirit as an image filled with broken limits
Some people don´t belive me, but I´m convinced
Since the day I met you through Cypress Hill
Their beats and rhymes changed me, like all other music
But this shit was different, got more than music into me
A beautiful dirt has been on my mind since back then
And soon after that I ran across the city with fat pens
The art, the lifestyle, the revolutionary mood
Thank you so much, yo you´ve been a boost
Excuse me for the fact that you´re chasing realness today
People like me got you lost... Needless to say
We changed you... And we will change you back
Not rewind, we just fly in an old way towards brave new rap
A brave new world...
I know the father of Hip-hop, but who gave you birth?
Just my turn to say Thank you, hip to the motherfuckin´ hop
A reminder... Of what the fuck we´ve got
(And can have...)
Can actually stop now, but still won´t...
It´s on
Thank you!
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