The Bronx Freestyle

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