This is a great piece that started off in a club in Westlands Kenya and was finally completed while relaxing on some of that OLD MONK® with my boy aka Grandson about 3 months since the first 2 verses.
One for the hip hop lovers, after a long night out clubbing.
It’s the withdrawal talking.
Making me all groggy, self knowing.
Wish I had a large canvas to write about my life.
My everyday struggles in aim of victory.
From mastering THE GAME to be a part of history.
To living BIG like Notorious, no PUN.
Crying WATERFALLS for the young homies who I wish were still around.
HATE IT OR LOVE IT, I spit my game and stay on top of the world.
Humming the Macarena as I write this in my THUG MANSION.
I need some Courvoisier to hypnotize and MAKE IT CLAP my mission.
Hip hop ain’t dead, same dream different generation.
Ish beats different flow you just need to listen more.
Less CHRONIC more documentary, that’s what the DOCTOR is advocating for.
BLUEPRINT to YOUNG MONEY cash money.
Give you power even if you’re a COLLEGE DROPOUT.
Red or BLACK ALBUM a RECOVERY to the good old hip hop.
Just dedicated time to listen to some KWELI.
Lost, needed some ukweli.
Heard him query his distractions.
Use COMMON SENSE to testify to their misconceptions.
Welcome to the secret wars where we don’t dance with the devil but assassinate him; And leave our words IMMORTAL,
TECHNIQUE that I’m learning from the best.
A BANDIT but a DIVINE one at least.
My apologies grandson I arrived late for the GRADUATION.
I know you are a CHAMPION. And I applaud you for going THROUGH THE WIRE.
You got that blueprint for going through life.
Made some changes and hoped for that CALIFORNIA LOVE.
Ran away from the carnivores and joined CANIBUS.
Wrote my MASTER THESIS BEHIND THOSE ENEMY RHYMES.
Watched my daughter bring you forth through that C-SECTION.
ACKNOWLEDGED your birth and named you the MASTER ACE.
Taught you to respect God’s son. And here we are STILL MATIC.
I KNOW I CAN. Never SUPER UGLY just a RENEGADE.
White as a ghost but I have walked these EIGHT MILES.
Did some biology and CLEANED THE SKELETONS out of my closet.
DROPPED IT LIKE IT’S HOT and left their HEADS RINGING.
Changed AREA CODES, I did not ACT A FOOL as I chased my RUNAWAY LOVE.
NEEDED SOME LOVE so I licked my lips, held my head high and asked my enemies to GET BACK.
WATCHED THIS THRONE they talk about and realized He is the only one.
Rode this rough road, found myself at a crossroads and realized that the DARK MAN was the X that marked that spot.
I made a decision that it was time to grow up.
I had lost my SCAR, now a grown up SIMBA.
I got my advice from my father. So wise but he is no MUFASA.
I regret my dilated pupils, no more drugs as I take care of these DILATED PEOPLE.
Bumping some of this Papoose and Jeannie Ortega music.
Purporting that this genie ought to give me a few wishes..
Thank you grandpa for getting me OUT OF MY BLOCK.
Look at my face, no scar.
Embrace this MOMENT OF CLARITY with flow tight like I’m Erykah.
Mesmerize and leave FLAVOUR IN YOUR EAR.
No DAYDREAMING or find yourself at the rear.
A SUPERSTAR, keeps the SHOW GOING ON and leaves you in tears.
Man of the year just ask the snow goons.
I believe I can fly just like the Looney Toons.
Exist in SPACE JAM where we PARTY AND BULLSHIT.
A young simba doing his thing in anticipation to be the next big hit.
LIGHTS PLEASE, I don’t want anything to pass me by.
Sky’s the limit so don’t ask me how high.
All the LOST ONES GET BACK TO THE TOPIC.
No longer a SIDELINE STORY but the people’s pick
An ALPHABETICAL SLAUGHTER aiming for some gangsta love
Some satisfaction in the morning coz that’s what it is
Get your mind right coz money ain’t a thing; please.
A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT…it’s all about ME AND MY GIRLFRIEND.
She calls me BONEY (haha), a girl’s BEST FRIEND.
PAPI, as she sits and watches me acquire street cred.
BIG POPPA, a nasty girl who gets her freak on to the head.
My a million and one the day we wed.
As for the remaining 99 PROBLEMS I unleashed the GENIE IN A BOTTLE.
Topple this obstacle course and ensure you remember the name.
If there is NO LOVE I DROP THE WORLD coz I’m not tame.
A SECOND ROUND KNOCKOUT coming this way.
Call me heartless but you still gonna pay.
You wouldn’t get far I heard ’em say.
In response….This is my HOMECOMING, this is my day.
Only God can judge me, WHAT MORE CAN I SAY?
This grandson of mine makes me proud.
You see he NEVER LET ME DOWN even when ALL FELL DOWN.
He wasn’t looking to be a CELEBRITY OVERNIGHT.
We wrote this IN DA CLUB.
Same night I visited the CANDY SHOP and was accosted by MANY MEN.
Too bad I am always READY TO DIE so I taught them WHAT BEEF IS.
We SHOT THEM UP, had the scene change to a thug mansion.
Cops rushed in TOO FAST AND FURIOUS.
All they wanted to know WHO SHOT THEM?
I gave a smirk as I realized those NIGGAS BLED JUST LIKE ME.
Incarcerated by these devious corrupt cops.
Had charges of being a PIMP, SEE what I did right there?
Emerged from that NECK OF THE woods.
Now I KNEW HOW TO LOVE.
Boarded that STARSHIP and flew off like a G6.
I was now in the land of the MYSTICAL amidst all this DANGER.
Rose up, I was now most definitely a BLACK STAR.
Met this fine lady and got rid of her BLACK GIRL PAIN.
She was no college dropout and neither was she a FOXY GOLD DIGGER.
I BROUGHT HER OUT and gave her WHATEVER SHE LIKED.
It doesn’t matter WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT US.
One thing for sure is we will never be dead and gone.
Game recognize game, so what you waiting for; Applause
Either that or you get no love.
Hip hop forever
2 thoughts on “I am Hip Hop Tribute – Director’s Cut”
Wow..#speechless…dope staff dropping like its howt!
Thanks dear. See what you have been missing?