It goes 1!
For the breakers that boogie down to productions,
Thumping like beats knocking by capitan PF Cuttin,
Confident on the cardboard, windmills cause wind chills,
Then transcend to the head top, and spin still,
Strong lil fockers, all feel they can ben still (bend steel),
Like a combination of 50 Kons that will kill,
Cut you out on the cardboard, let's start war and see who's hardcore on the floor at the end still,

2!
For the taggers, spray can specialists,
3D graffiti man they on some next level shit,
Do it for the hell of it, respect over everything,
Can't nobody tell em shit, nickname on anything,
Bike riding through the city, backpack full of cans,
Bandana over face in case I'm with my tools in hands,
Cover up from fumes and if the coppers come, lose the cans,
Boogie on the boys in blue, hard knocks schooled a man,

1! For the b-boys who boogie and break dance,
2! For graffiti artists with the spray cans,
3! For the DJs scratches and the cuts,
4! For the emcees wrapping it up what

1! For the b-boys who boogie and break dance,
2! For graffiti artists with the spray cans,
3! For the DJs scratches and the cuts,
4! For the emcees wrapping it up what

3! For the DJ, PF what did she say?
"She said she love that real Hip-Hop shit that we play",
So put this record on replay, scratch it on your serratto,
Her back was itching, you scratched it playing that track for that model,
She'll pay it back with scratches across your back like it's vinyl,
So light that ass like a candle, wax on her spinal,
Another party, another night and PF up in something,
They don't call him Cuttin for nothing, all of a sudden,

Yo Skematics, I don't even think these kids realize what Hip-Hop is man,
These kids... Awww shit

These niggas songs worthless, like they make they shit whack on purpose,
It's weak cause it lacks strong verses,
Track hit the streets errybody gonna purchase,
Feet got the black converses,
Freak like Jevon Kearse it, they yelling lord have mercy,
How do you perform that perfect,
Make it look so simplistic, your flow so shovenistic,
And hoes still blow you kisses,
I used to like to load the biscuits,
Got caught a few times, and I ain't wanna be no statistic,
So instead of the glock cocking, we start pop locking,
Bring out the boom box get the whole block popping,
They was tricking the game, not anymore,
Sign Skematics it's Hip-Hop to the core,
If I'm talking about keys, shit locked in the door,
I've been doing it since niggas was rocking valours,
Hold up, we them boys,
We do it for real we don't play with them toys, go ahead

East coast cat with the beast mode raps,
Me I'm here to fill the void that the east coast lacks,
They drew a silly line and said please don't pass,
So I laughed a little right before I blast right past like Dash!
The incredible, Skematics the inedible,
You're left for dead, pickled like peter piper and his vegetables,
Inevitable brain hemorrhaging, the rookie veteran,
Better than most of my predecessors at this element,

Now when I say Hip-Hop, I'm talking about the entire culture,
So before you call yourself a rapper,
Why don't you do some homework and learn a little about what it is you do nigga

1! For the b-boys who boogie and break dance,
2! For graffiti artists with the spray cans,
3! For the DJs scratches and the cuts,
4! For the emcees wrapping it up what

1! For the b-boys who boogie and break dance,
2! For graffiti artists with the spray cans,
3! For the DJs scratches and the cuts,
4! For the emcees wrapping it up what