Live from the boogie down, Tims, Yanks fitted in hoodie town
And when you get up out the train you better look around
The BX, where hipsters ain't driven up property yet
Where it all started, they sayin that Craft heart is that 1520 Sedgwick, original breed
These guys avoid bars like they criminals, B
I’m subliminally diminishin the simpleton fiends simply by the way I’m livin and breathe
Nowadays we ain’t communicatin, ain’t usin brains we just pursuin sameness
If Flash woulda copied Herc that woulda been some lame shit
Now Rapper A and Rapper B compete for who could read the same script better
I’m like “Yo, ya’ll can have this fame shit if that’s the cost of it”
I do what I want, fuck what a boss covered
I do this for me, I don’t even care if my squad love it
You don’t want no parts of this
This what happens when talent work hard, I want all of it
Yeah, home of the Craft man, no pun intended
Rest in peace I’m tryin carry on how Pun intended
I’m killin rappers they don’t gotta give me one incentive
I’m pressed to save the game but ain’t too many I’m impressed with
Longin for those youth days lately
169th and 3rd, where I used to rain 3s up in FDA 3, always took my shot homie
Rappin ain’t no different
Get acquainted, you do not know me
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