[Verse I]
Had my sights focused/from the very moment
That Public Enemy tape was opened//
Pops tried to hide it/destiny couldn’t deny it/
Sounds his boombox provided//
Got headphones and lived inside of em`/
Everywhere I’d go/my rhymes would come//
Kool G Rap/Kool Moe Dee/
Explains a little bit more about me//
It’s in the alias/take a second and read/
Rakim’s the reason they follow my lead//
Move The Crowd/juggle verbs and nouns/
Spray paint the capital/rearrange the town//
[Chorus]
Mother was a B-Girl/Father was a B-Boy/
Formed their own crew//
Mother was a B-Girl/Father was a B-Boy/
Breaking to the groove//
Mother was a B-Girl/Father was a B-Boy/
On that cardboard/no doubt//
Mother was a B-Girl/Father was a B-Boy/
HipHop what I’m about//
[Verse II]
Boxes of notebooks/rhymes with no hooks/
Extensive time took/defining my roots//
Exercise lyrically/sun-up to sun-down/
Achieving runners’ high/reaching new grounds//
Knowledge Volume One/I was sixteen/
Pushing copies at school/giving discs free//
That’s when I seen/kats trying to battle/
Made them headless horsemen/dead in their saddles//
Knock/knock em` off their scaffolds/
In a circle of MC’s/they couldn’t hold a candle//
Wanted to recant my fortee/
Feeling like Handel/three parts/twenty-four days!//
All due to my glory/hallelujah!/All through the morning//
Maybe they’ll praise next century/
I’ll be a multiple-choice answer for poetry//
[Chorus]
Mother was a B-Girl/Father was a B-Boy/
Formed their own crew//
Mother was a B-Girl/Father was a B-Boy/
Breaking to the groove//
Mother was a B-Girl/Father was a B-Boy/
On that cardboard/no doubt//
Mother was a B-Girl/Father was a B-Boy/
HipHop what I’m about//
[Verse III]
From B’s basement/to traveling stages/
Leaving crowds/dazed and in amazement//
Gutter motherfuckers/just getting it in/
Breaking White Owls/promoting higher living//
Labels wanted us to sign dotted lines/
Had to decline/deal at the wrong time//
Kool/lamping/plotting out next goal/
Do we get them dancing?/Or social?/
Those types of questions are chokeholds/
Break a man down/diminish him in slow-mode//
Oh, no!/Teacher/Teacher!/
Repeat how to build up like Burj Khalifa//
Gotta earn by moving crowds/
Youtube our shows/We’ve proven how//
Rock a microphone with a unique style/
Breakers in suicides know how we get down!//
[Chorus]
Mother was a B-Girl/Father was a B-Boy/
Formed their own crew//
Mother was a B-Girl/Father was a B-Boy/
Breaking to the groove//
Mother was a B-Girl/Father was a B-Boy/
On that cardboard/no doubt//
Mother was a B-Girl/Father was a B-Boy/
HipHop what I’m about//
