This is dedicated to the number one thing in my life 

So close to me that you could call it my wife 

It’s dedicated to the one that I wake with and sleep with 

Every morning I get up and I brush my teeth with 

Even when I’m watching the thundercats and heathcliff 

Eating my rice crispies in the living room seat with 

Battle with and when it’s time to split blaze a saddle with, 

If we was out in the midwest I’d tip cattle with 

The one I sip tea with and used to climb trees with 

Dedicated to the one I fell out of them trees with 

One love to the thing that kept me most out of trouble 

Invested time and effort and it paid back double 

I dedicate this to the culture and people and the music 

The b-boys, the b-girls, graffiti and the movement 

Dedicated to the old school it just don’t stop 

This is a dedication to hip hop 



When I was just a snot nose youngin runnin around 

They called me little rock, the dopest little b-boy in town 

We had a crew we used to be putting linolium down 

We battle for beef but always leave the street with a pound 

Taking the crown for the fame and representing the name 

Late night meet at the tracks to rock the Santa Fe train 

Pull out your sketch or freestyle it if you think you got game 

Find a spot to claim or cap a sucka toy if it’s lame 

Don’t even wait for it to dry just take a flick and be out quick 

Make it to Unity before the line gets too thick 

Back in the day it used to be a Lincoln just to get in 

Nowadays you lucky if less then ten 

Meet my boys on the inside greet them with hip hop salutations 

Made up of hand shake combinations 

Looking for the spot where the circle is formulating 

The true essence a symbol of the hip hop nation. 



I don’t know what life would be like without hip hop 

Without the kick and the snare with out the pop lock 

Without the chirp and the flare without the up rock 

Without the fist pump and head bop when dope beats drop 

I don’t know what I would do without a microphone 

Without the underground spots and feedback tones 

Without the bus without my walkman and my headphones 

Without the different crews that be representing in every zone 

I don’t know what I would be without the culture 

Without graffiti scribbled on desks, books, and folders 

Without the stickers and t-shirts and posters 

Without the battle between east and west coasters 

I don’t know where we would be without the beat box 

Without the Yes yall, and you don’t stop 

Without the way we dress and walk, the way we talk 

I don’t know what life would be like without hip hop