‘Cause Hip-hop is "my house,” homie

Closing on the escrow

I’m “burning up the phonics” like I’m bombing on the Metro
 No need for bread I be getting fed when I don the headphones
 So etch a Biggie quote on my headstone

Here lies: “Sicker Than Ya Average”

Cause “a” death: being fresh, pall bearers do a two step

My procession be kicking like Liu Kang

Hands in the air: be a doing a Wu-Tang

‘Cause I’m misunderstood

A Filipino bred in a mostly White hood

A “Filipino bread?” That’s pan de sal

Let it “sink in” a second: let the pun dissolve

Now let the “pun sit” 

I’m cooking up ya “noodle”

Pituitary, medulla, I want the kit caboodle

My brain assimilating. I try to imitate em

I didn’t want to be different, I tried to entertain em

Now I just ignore them

Nike and Jordan: I can’t afford them

“Can’t quite connect” no network detected

Wi-fi protected: password rejected

Suburbian kid in the West end

All alone spreading all the depression he kept in

There’s only one thing he truly connects with:

Hip-hop. His very first lover, best friend

(Kain) White rice is my soul food

Take a deep a breath if Hip-Hop’s your O2 (breathe in)
 Word to the beat

Before you judge by the cover, learn how to read

I used to rap on a USB headset

Used to battle cats during lunch time

I used to breakdance wrecking em in “six steps”

Used to tag, but I only bombed one time

One two three, elementary to elegant

Chemically perfected in four to nine elements

And then it all developed: passion a full measure 

But momma ain’t accepting it: trying to apply pressure like a hemorrhage
 And tried to “press em’” to walk the path of a doctor

Make the cash, be a father and let the family prosper

But what the heavenly Father started to author 

Is something I couldn’t possibly “box:” ain’t talking “Rocky”

But this art on my “heart is large” (cardiomegaly)

The beat with the rhythm and bars (starting the recipe)

When everyone around might taunt and abandon 

Hip-Hop has always been my constant companion

I would jam with El-P to Aesop

Canibus, Jedi Mind Tricks, the bass drop

Tough or upbeat: Big Pun to Chuck D

Slug always taught me “God could love ugly”

Wu-Tang, Co-Flow, Immortal Technique 

Feel like Nujabes the only one who gets me

CYNE, Shing02

Take a deep breath if Hip-Hop’s your O2

Yes, yes ya'll. And it don't stop

To the sinigang. And it don't stop

To the diniguan. And it don't stop

I get my dinner on when I get the flows off
 Yes, yes ya'll. And it don't stop

To the sinigang. And it don't stop