I gave hip hop to white boys when nobody was looking

They found it locked in a basement when they gentrified Brooklyn

Left a list of instructions, an MPC and a mic

My sci-fi library and utensils to write



Right or wrong, I think hip hop is where it belong

Where it comes from one is but son we wrote them songs

It was a ploy got fools tied up in mechanized toys

We are beings 



Now you can break all you wanna, scratch all you wanna

Graff all you wanna, laugh all you wanna

But I wanna show you what the stars are made of

I wanna show you the stars



So substitute the anger and oppression

With guilt and depression and it's yours, it's yours

Substitute the anger and oppression

With guilt and depression and it's yours, it's yours



White boys listen to white boys

Black boys listen to black boys

No one listens to no one

No one listens to no one



Alone on a mountain top, uprooted from the earth

Drifting beyond normalcy a gold piece in God's purse

Is worthless here, we're earthless here

God versus fear, man versus fear



Fear not, I purse my lips and kiss like a glock

Violence is a metaphor for victory's plot

Change is inevitable but our death is not



Now you can break all you wanna, scratch all you wanna

Graff all you wanna, laugh all you wanna

But I wanna show you what the stars are made of

I wanna show you the stars



So substitute the anger and oppression

With guilt and depression and it's yours, it's yours

Substitute the anger and oppression

With guilt and depression and it's yours





Hey, hey everybody

Hey, hey



I wanna show you what the stars are made of

I wanna show you what the stars are made of

I wanna show you what the stars are made of

I wanna show you the stars



So substitute the anger and oppression

With guilt and depression and it's yours, it's yours

Substitute the anger and oppression

With guilt and depression and it's yours