A-Quil: My Hip Hop - Mixtape Song (With Lyrics)

My Hip Hop, from "Solitary Confinement - The Mixtape." For more info, check out the FREE download @ http://www.limitlessexposure.com/projects/aquilsolitaryconfinementthemixtape/... http://www.facebook.com/notes.php?id=87609805684&notes_tab=app_2347471856... and http://www.myspace.com/aqueezy4sheezypullinyabreezysobeeasy

(Intro)

Yeah man....Afrika Bambaataa...Kurtis Blow...Run DMC...Grand Master Flash...Furious Five...Kool Moe Dee...Big Daddy Kane...That's what I'm talkin' 'bout.

(Verse)

Boombox, check, Kangol, check/
Gold rope, neck, rep the Midwest/
Four finger ring with Adidas track suit/
Fat laces in ya Shelltoes to match you/
Ladies lovely, rocked the door knockers/
Spandex pants could dance somethin' proper/
MC Lyte, my first Wife, stayed/
Posted up, close to touch man, I'm talkin' /
Bout cars up and down the street, cassettes pumpin/
Frontin' in ya ride, them 808's is bumpin'/
Vibrations moved my spirit/
Grooved in tune, anytime my ears would hear it/
Eyes would see it, nose would smell it, bein' exposed/
To this phenomenon as a kid did me in/
Each element possessed its own elegance/
I loved the sight of anything bombed/
No trains, but any buildin', bridge/
Or billboard, quick to catch a sketch on/
The next direction, I bless affection/
For the DJ's cuttin' and scratchin' the best songs/
Live house parties or battlin' with tricks/
So sick how they bounce beats, make a new mix/
While the emcee spits, the mic controller/
Master of Ceremony, hype the show up/
Verbalize every single human emotion/
Tap in ya inner thoughts, deep blue as the ocean/
Can't forget about my dudes fluid in motion/
Pop lockin', head spinnin', crews true to devotion/
Flawless movements, freedom of expression/
Rawness proved no need to have a weapon/
YES! I start gettin' goose bumps/
When I think about my childhood memories and such/
Of that Hip Hop, born from the concrete/
I ain't wanna hear Jazz, Pop, Rock, R&B/
Only BOOM BOOM CLAP CLAP, BOOM CLAP/
Cold chillin', a missed daily dose i was illin'/
Had to compile a stash, asked Ma/
Dukes for a little cash, got a couple mags/
Videos, imitated routines/
Movies like Breakin' and Beat Street scenes/
Blank tapes, snatch songs off the radio/
Memorizin' every letter of them crazy/
Flows, bob-digi-bob-da-dang-a-dang-digi/
To the calmly resolved and gangs that bang with me/
So euphoric, gratitude showin'/
Thanks pioneers, my attitude's golden/
Hip Hop


(Bridge)

Two years ago, a friend of mine/
Asked me to say some emcee rhymes/
*All I need is that Hip Hop*
Once upon time not long ago/
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow/
*All I breathe is that Hip Hop*
I came in the door, I said it before/
I never let the mic magnetize me no more/
*I can't live without my Hip Hop
I'm so and so, I'm this, I'm that/
Huh, but they all just wick wick wack/
*This is My Hip Hop*

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