once upon a timenin the early days of rhymenrap was just an aodditynnot today's commodityna sure form of self expressionnnot violence and wealth obsessionnso please let me take this chance nto change your mind and make you dance!nnwho's hot, who's not?nnwell, i wanna take you back to the brooklyn streets of the 1970'snwhere kids played beats by stomping their feetnand became the first mc'sncause you know what they were rapping about positivityndespite the fact that they were living an a greature povertynnnow all we ever seem to find is another greedy fool with an empty mindnwhy?nnwe got a hunger for a real donationntrue mc's with imaginationngo back in your memorynway back before the moneyntip your hat to the old schoolnstraight up, too fresh and so coolnnthis is a love song, this is a lovennthey walked down staircases in their fat shoelacesnand they had smiling faes onncause you know that their flow caused a hippity shownbreakers breaking till the break of dawnnnhad the party shaking to the tracks they wre makingnthese guys could do no wrongnthey rocked the house keeping all the wordsnup party-moving all night longnnnow it's not about bouta bouta wha'da ya gotnbut what you gotta gotta gotta to givengiving to the people i the hottest of hotnso start thinking about the love you can livennmaybe now you have realized the things they tell are really liesnbut don't you fret 'cause this quartet will never let you forget about lovennthis is a love song, this is a love