Word up! Y'knowhutI'msayin?
 I gotta globe in the world in the mail today
 NahI'msayin? Heh  word up!
 Uhh  kid told me "Yo  the world is yours kid  put it in ya pocket"
 Nahmean?
 Make a brother feel good  word up!
 Brother feel energised
 I wanna dedicate this one to the game that put me on the map
 Y'nahI'msayin?

 I know you love it  the game is so irresistable to touch
 You should see me when fienin for microphones that I can clutch
 Droppin bombs, combinin the club attracts
 like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
 There's no question the suggestion was made
 The foundation was laid when the Furious played
 Grandmaster Flash slayed the competition that was wishin
 they could serve the technician with the number one position
 Uhh, the real deal, Fearless Four scored
 Bambataa was hotter, Spoony was givin em nutta
 An' I was all up in my headzone, melody and all
 Cosign and The Movement sayin "Yes, yes y'all"
 It's just the love affair that never ended
 I recommended that I take microphones and blow em up, ain't that splendid
 This one goes out to all the hip-hop do-or-diers
 A song is dedicated to the music I admire

 Chorus:

 Whenever and ever
 We want you, I need you (I need hip-hop)
 Whenever and ever
 We want you, do you feel the same way too? (I need hip-hop)

 Kane's era was terror, he warmed it up
 Parrish and Erick cat lyrics that'll make ya turn it up
 And I was in the cut, chillin in my drop-top Benz
 with friends, loungin with my mens, laughin 'bout all the ends
 that I spends, making snaps, pumping Kool G Rap and Biz
 Dapper Don, Dookie wrotes I'm about to show what time it is
 At the rooftop, I was with Doug E.Fresh and Slick Rick
 'La Di Da Di, Who likes to party?' was the fat shit
 I mean I saw this hip-hop thing on every level
 Chuck D, PE, yes the rhythm and the rebel
 I can reminisce the black fist, Uzi, Terminators
 Terror doom techniques that terrorise the lighter shade
 It's all about the game that we play everyday
 Eric B & Rakim flow to such a diff'rent way
 I'm lovin hip-hop cos it help brothers escape
 Let's celebrate our music people before it's too late

 Chorus

 Survival Of The Fittest-Mobb Deep, and Lost Boyz
 Lickin shots got the game hot
 They even flipped on 2PAC
 Snoop Doggy Dogg put the West Coast in gear
 Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy E's in here
 I wanna tell the world they just don't understand
 My man Nas Escobar, Wu-Tang Clan
 Keith Murray to the Redman, down south Da Brat
 My people are you with me where you at?...ya peep that?
 I'm on a mission to rejuvenate the funk
 Bring the game back and give the do-or-diers what they want
 When you hear Craig Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
 Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me
 Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
 A fleet of battleships floatin in diff'rent categories
 My love affair with hip-hop'll never fade away
 Sincerely yours, LL Cool J

 Chorus to fade

 Outro: (over chorus)

 Yeah, ain't no doubt about it kid, knowI'msayin?
 Hip-hop's the game, helped a lot of brothers escape
 Take it to another level, knowI'msayin?
 It's our music, we own this music, knowhutI'msayin?
 Word life! I wanna give a couple of shoutouts here, knowhutI'msayin?
 First of all, I wanna thank my man Baby Chris, y'nahmean?
 Helped me put this Mr. Smith...Mr.Smith album together
 make it hot, knowI'msayin?
 Thank the Trackmasters-*?Pope Tone?*, Steve Stout
 we definitely turning this joint out, y'nahmean
 Word bond! Hip-hop for life, kid!
 Yeah