Spoken Word - Bomfunk MC's

Da poetry

By now you should know it’s me

The brother of word

Giving thanks and praises

To so many names and faces

In different places

From '84 to '99

It’s been a very long time

Since the movement called hip-hop arrived

To this cold country of mine

Seen the old, the new

And now the true school

And for once I can say

Something has changed

Or is it just me

In the place to be (hardcore)

Am I about to take it in my face

Question, where were you at at the time of the fat shoelaces

When the hell was really raised, huh

I know every face

Writers, breakers, DJ’s, MC’s, Fly girls

Representing, respecting, unwritten laws

Rules, star wars

But even though

There’s one thing I know

And it’s been said before

Eliminate the distance

It’s not where you’re from, it’s where you at

Mentally

The poetry

Enough love, peace and respect

Come correct

You gotta pay your dues

If you’ve got something to prove

It is a competition

Cause the business side can’t see the mission

A-k-a the B-boy vision

Two thousand and still counting

Yo it S-U-C-K-S

And I gotta run but come for the Bomfunk crew

So you’d better listen if you don’t wanna be missing

The perfect combination on a mission to rock the dancefloor

To hit you right where it hurts, I’ll leave you begging for more

Like Roger, but this is not a story of a rabbit

Gismo and B-O-W just got a habit

Of speeding up your heartbeat

Moving you no doubt, so Bomfunk MC’s do it to the crowd

What up looking good, catch me cooking food