(Chorus: The Grouch) I'm about to give you that I love hip-hop feeling I'm about to give it to you I said I'm about to give you that I love hip-hop feeling I'm about to give it to ya (repeat) (The Grouch) The same one I had when I first bumped Tribe Or the vibe that you felt taking that Bizarre Ride I'm gonna put it in the mix for your own ears to hear I was a young buck then and feel I've got a lot of years to go I'm from the O, I felt it through $hort to Hiero Had my Walkman on everywhere that I'd travel I'd always babble and quote what other people wrote Use it as a theme or rule and that was cool for me Worked it like a tool for me They thought I was a fool to be White and writing raps They thought that I was acting But I was just stacking up my skill being real Feeling how I feel and expressin' how I'm stressin' Now it's my profession and I'm wanting y'all to know The love that I've got for this hip-hop only grows. (Chorus) (PSC) The best that we can's better than a lot of them When I meet a Legends fan it's just like another friend It's the feeling that we give The music that we live Negative positive, how you live how you live Positive memory of what you see, I try to give and be Inspiration for those who try to come after them or we Bass lines that pull you in from outside Or inside or online, when we rhyme it's funtime! Hands up, stand up, watch me deliver With delivery and presence, surpassing your ability Tranquility is silence when violence dominates If you're the murderers why would I buy the tape? Self incrimination, self destruction to the nation Fascination with this death? Oh my I'm losing patience I got into this music cause I feel y'all listening to radio Damn they tryin' 2 kill y'all (Chorus) (Aesop) I remember the first time I heard a dope ass rhyme Yes a fresh ass verse Or the first time on this earth I had this thirst To give it to ya like birth A piece of my soul more precious than gold I'm in the crowd man I'm not too old to give it up If it's tight I can get wit it Rush to the store and go get it Bump it if it's slumpin', hope the lyric's sayin' somethin' Intellectual, make the beat sound so flexible I give it to ya like a piece of my mind Give breath over this beat with mic control refined Give ya substance when you have nothin' to hold You can feel this like you're in the front row!!! (Chorus) (Murs) It's like oooo weee You'd be a fool not to feel this beat knocking out your trunk Like Mike Tyson with a steel fist While most of these MCs was out on a field trip My crew stayed in the lab See we never had permission to slip My mission to rip every mic that I'm on Rap niggas being nice But I remember last year They wasn't liking my song Now I got a couple fans I'm making cool hits like ice in a bong Got their bitch on my dick She looks nice in a thong And I'm about to give her that "I love this cock feeling" And that may be fucked up But I'm right when I'm wrong That's don't get along with funny style rap chaps Who lack the same feeling That I had way back and still keep to this day When I used to stay up late just to dub Tech and Sway But now I got my own wax and I can't get no play