‘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