WNDL
Peace good people
This is world renowned Bushwick General
Dysfunkshunal family's own DJ extraordinaire
Crazy Dj Bazarro, you are now tuned in to legendary radio
We got a colorful variety of bangers and exclusives for y'all tonight
Remember that we don't know what we don't know
And therefore we gotta learn if we wanna grow
Each one, teach three turn off ya TV let's go
Back when Raekwon was serving "Only Built for Cuban Links"
Me and boys would hit the block on the avenue and linked
The homie Yoni let borrow Stretch Armstrong tapes
Pharaohe Monch was dropping bombs man we caught on late
Biggie said it's crack rocks or jump shots in the back blocks
Poor Righteous Teachers they would speak for have nots
The school teachers were racist, the way they grade us
I would channel Mohamed Ali you rocking with greatest
Bring it back, Ali Shahid Mohamed copped the latest
From the Tribe, rest in peace Phife his death was painful
Mary J Blige with them Smif-n-Wessun verses
Clue tapes round the same time Snoop was fighting murder
Charges Death Row was beefing with Bad Boy
F' I wasn't writing rhymes I was slapping the backboard
Onyx was shutting me down
Canibus was spitting harder than any other artist around
That lost tapes for me put Nas in god space
Rakim Allah was still crossing off date
Was in Soho I first heard "The Black Album"
Kanye produced that Lucifer tune, it has me wilding
I would still cop the physicals and scrutinize the booklet
Who'd have known a few years later I'd live Brooklyn
Gang Starr and Mobb Deep with a little Styles P
Without a soundtrack to guide me where the hell would I be?
See while y'all out there talking about us
We keep creating, this culture is meant to be live and carried on
Let me break it y'all, if you ain't adding on
You in the motherfucking way
So keep ya 2 cent for the piggy bank cause
You talking heads is a few dollars from being broke
Shout out to all the true heads who love this artform
If the system is comfortable with you
Chances are you ain't doing it right
When we make em uncomfortable and
Nervous it means we doing our job
When we keep em on their toes
It's cause we putting numbers on the board
We keep it grassroots and if you chop out our grass
We gonna grow below ground
Bottom line the shit don't stop
This is world renowned Bushwick General
Dysfunkshunal family's own DJ extraordinaire
Crazy Dj Bazarro, you are now tuned in to legendary radio
We got a colorful variety of bangers and exclusives for y'all tonight
Remember that we don't know what we don't know
And therefore we gotta learn if we wanna grow
Each one, teach three turn off ya TV let's go
Back when Raekwon was serving "Only Built for Cuban Links"
Me and boys would hit the block on the avenue and linked
The homie Yoni let borrow Stretch Armstrong tapes
Pharaohe Monch was dropping bombs man we caught on late
Biggie said it's crack rocks or jump shots in the back blocks
Poor Righteous Teachers they would speak for have nots
The school teachers were racist, the way they grade us
I would channel Mohamed Ali you rocking with greatest
Bring it back, Ali Shahid Mohamed copped the latest
From the Tribe, rest in peace Phife his death was painful
Mary J Blige with them Smif-n-Wessun verses
Clue tapes round the same time Snoop was fighting murder
Charges Death Row was beefing with Bad Boy
F' I wasn't writing rhymes I was slapping the backboard
Onyx was shutting me down
Canibus was spitting harder than any other artist around
That lost tapes for me put Nas in god space
Rakim Allah was still crossing off date
Was in Soho I first heard "The Black Album"
Kanye produced that Lucifer tune, it has me wilding
I would still cop the physicals and scrutinize the booklet
Who'd have known a few years later I'd live Brooklyn
Gang Starr and Mobb Deep with a little Styles P
Without a soundtrack to guide me where the hell would I be?
See while y'all out there talking about us
We keep creating, this culture is meant to be live and carried on
Let me break it y'all, if you ain't adding on
You in the motherfucking way
So keep ya 2 cent for the piggy bank cause
You talking heads is a few dollars from being broke
Shout out to all the true heads who love this artform
If the system is comfortable with you
Chances are you ain't doing it right
When we make em uncomfortable and
Nervous it means we doing our job
When we keep em on their toes
It's cause we putting numbers on the board
We keep it grassroots and if you chop out our grass
We gonna grow below ground
Bottom line the shit don't stop
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Writer(s): Philippe Tristan Fragione, Karim Bourhane, Shawn Smith
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