And away we go, with a crazy flow, oh

All the ladies know and they babies know, we pro

Deep in your mind, while I'm repeatin' this rhyme, we glow

I'm teachin' this time, that off beat I speak of a rhyme, flow

They just too slow, if you keepin' in time, let's go

That b-boy thang, how long you think we gonna hang? I don't know

My style is complex, I got next, indeed we close the show

Still kickin' the truth to the young black youth, we gotta grow

My message is broader, hip-hop's the true world order, see it

Every son, every daughter, if you think you oughta hip-hop, be it

You can sit on the sideline or your mind you can free it

I can rock for a long time with more rhymes 'cause hip hop, we it

Who's it, we don't use it, or do it as music when we spit

That murder, that crime, never furthered your mind but you repeat it

Whatever rhyme goes against your inner purpose you must delete it

As you can see it, I'm the average MC and hip-hop we teach it

All over the world, this goes out to all b-boys and girls, worldwide

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): DAX REYNOSA, DONALD PERCIVAL BARKER BAKER, LAWRENCE KRSONE PARKER