one, two, one, twonmic check respectnto the old schoolnand new lest we forgetnthat we've come a long way nthrough the pain and lovin'nto get that feelin' of freedomnwe wouldn't change for nothin'nnsee I sprouted in nthe spring of 80'snsailed the seas forna third world, home ship nwrecked in Indonesiandrifted to Virginia where my ncargo like in a storynand I take you back without nDonnie Darko in a DeloreannI learnt to beat box nmimicking P.G.C.nyou remember the titansnbut I never did C.T.C. njust public elementarynthe PTA called a stray noisenNWA tapes hidden under nbeds with four Playboysnin '92 I went down undernbut I'm like E.T.n'cause no one spoke this language ncept' some dude in the B.E.nsee, we found a ...njust an excuse to cuss lotsnbut you damn right nthe only two dudes nrappin' at the bus stopsnnthis is hip-hopna sick man's medicinenthis blood, sweat, tears nand lovin' adrenalinenand it just gives me that feelin' n(it just gives me that feelin')nnthis is hip-hopna sick man's medicinenthis blood, sweat, tears nand lovin' adrenalinenand it just gives me that feelin' n(it just gives me that feelin')nnso from tryin' to stay up latento not sleepin' for daysn'till my inner child smilenwhen the reefer gets blazednfrom crews that drift apartnto mine that keeps shit in syncnfrom the girl that I lovento the peace that she bringsn'cause her harmony's nthe only thing nthat makes me behavenhoping next month grows wings nand takes me awaynif only you could see this poetndance on his note padnoblivious to the things I don't havenn'cause music is everywherenmusic is lifenand to the rhythmnof the tap drip, music is minenmusic is yoursnand you can feel it on toursnfrom trains to bus ridesndown south to up northnmay the force be with younsee this crew, three fistfulsnof poetry with power, life nI know it's in the flowersnis magic where my mind's in orbitnthis brain's a foster homenand these rhymes are orphansnnthis is hip-hopna sick man's medicinenthis blood, sweat, tears nand lovin' adrenalinenand it just gives me that feelin' n(it just gives me that feelin')nnthis is hip-hopna sick man's medicinenthis blood, sweat, tears nand lovin' adrenalinenand it just gives me that feelin' n(it just gives me that feelin')nnwe gotta live for the minutendie for the culturenyoung and hard nbut only gettin' oldernlord knows nI'll never put the mic downnlet's go nwe'll make it happen right nownnwe gotta live for the minutendie for the culturenyoung and hard nbut only gettin' oldernlord knows nI'll never put the mic downnlet's go nwe'll make it happen right nownnI got a lot to givenbut I gotta livenso eatin' off this micnman, is my prerogativenthis game is ill nso I'm just livin' for the minutencan't play life from the benchnman you gotta get up in itnand it's all worth itnfrom the page nwhere my lead roamsnso touch any spiritnwhen I fed poems nto wet foamsnworkin' in the mud, but yo, nI'm dreamin' in the cloudsnand shit, I can feel your love nwhen you're screamin' out loudnit goesnnwe gotta live for the minutendie for the culturenyoung and hard nbut only gettin' oldernlord knows ni'll never put the mic downnlet's go nwe'll make it happen right nownnwe gotta live for the minutendie for the culturenyoung and hard nbut only gettin' oldernlord knows ni'll never put the mic downnlet's go nwe'll make it happen right nownnoh heeeeeeey