From the ashes of the black spades, came the time of age
And the man who tried to change the mind frame of black games
And rechannel that black rage, into energy
Instead of violence, we can express our violence lyrically
But mentally, physically and spiritually, 
Without me killing you or you killing me
Based on these principles, we can rebuild our community
Oh having fun, peace, love and unity
Hip hop, the movement of intelligence
Reflecting god’s beauty thruough the elements
B boy, dj, emcee, grafitti too,
These are the 4 the more important, the 5th element is you
Opressors opress us, but here’s what you do
Can’t stop, won’t stop, don’t stop, zulu
Africa bambada, I salut you, from soulsonic force to the juice crew
From kingtom the 3rd to my very style
No matter how hard they try, they can’t stop us now
We breached the gap, close whites, latinos and black vocals
This to that close, I pass the mike to stat quo repping hip hop

I remember the ghetto boys, balling g, ugk
Kilo and down, by law was ripping that a
And then outcast and diddy came, 
I was like damn, can’t forget about germaine
Dupri, you see how thangs changed
And the game statistics rearranged, never staying the same
But it still remain that good old hip hop
Music of the soul, freestyle or bip bop
Out in the park, blunt ready to spark
Day or dark no matter we keep rapping our heart
Fuck medias and billboard chart
This is hood art, beautiful music, we modern day mozart
Riding the future while the world fall apart
Saving that coaches through songs and put on the ark
Like noah, and now that I’m older
I appreciate hip hop and I’ma ride something soldier
Hip, hip, hip hop

Yeah, aha, a child of the 80’s but a product of the 90’s
Had my cross colored jeans, car ... and some nikes
Hip hop the lyrical motion picture that I see
Snoop dogg gave me the same feeling than spike lee
Writing 16’s feel like I was doing the right thing
Day dreaming bout chicks in biker shorts and tight jeans
Born in the hood but thought to get it by the right means
Rose from the concrete, they was sounding just like me
Rappers just a part of the culture, that’s not the whole of it
But corporations have stolen it, house niggas just roll with it
Niggas like me, we just try to regain control of it
Y’all gonn keep selling out, the rap ain’t got a soul limit
Never take the name of pac and biggy in vain
Because they died for what I do everyday
So everything I write, it gotta stand for something
So when I rhyme just know that they ain’t die for nothing
That’s hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop.