Uncle Sam, Goddamn

Hip Hop

Beat boxing
Pop locking
Dj scratching that disc while the party people are hopping,
You were the new kid on the block with that new style,
I wasn't even born yet but I was still down
With that hip hopping show stopping beats you brought to the streets,
The boogie down Bronx was ready to bring the heat,
You were all about the fun times,
Hand clapping to the funky rhymes,
Outsiders didn't get you yet but we all knew you were gonna shine,
Kangol hats, gold chains and Adidas,
Baby, let me not forget about them beepers,
Crack screwed blacks but you were there to give us comfort so we rocks to the beat to forget how much the pain hurt,
Move to Cali in the 90's got so gangsta,
A nigga with an attitude that was all about your paper,
Fuck the police it's all about the streets,
Pour out some liquor for the brothas offed by the pigs rest in peace,
East coast, west coast death row and bad boy,
The media loves beef like a broad with her sex toys,
Rest in peace to Pac and Big you will never be forgotten,
Rest in peace to Easy E we miss you from ny to Compton
Rest in peace to Big Pun, ODB, Heavy D
I'll meet ya in heaven when it's time to take my seat,
Hip hop you've changed but the game is still the same,
Pills are the new cocaine,
Women still used as props to some lames,
You weren't all positive but you were never all negative,
You were a nigga with attitude but still an intellectual
Goofy as hell but still so sexual
They may not care for you much today,
But I still remember the days before we parted ways and you didn't care about what anyone had to say,
When Krs one was more than just letters on the alphabet,
When Rakim was helping Eric b run for president,
When all LL Cool J Needed was love,
When we all were reunited with our Native Tongue,
Hip hop you ain't the same but I guess we all have to change just know you'll always be the hip hopping showstopper around my way.