Hip Hop Maniac verse
After work we play, struggled all day
just to get it done my way,
living in Florida tryna find that sunshine
maybe more can be accomplished with just one rhyme,
I’m from Minnesnowta, the mic controller
money folder, balling like the Heat but my flows colder,
DJ Spank Master Boogie
not worried about what he say she say just think faster would we,
be in a place where stress didn’t exist
I put it down in the 90’s for hip hop let’s reminisce,
I was in the studio with Eminem before the deals and chronic smoke
Back in Detroit I use own a club before my pops had a diabetic stroke,
Flippin Raps, Kickin Back with Big Proof club hoppin’and partying
we use to cipher on the street corners sometimes until the morning.
I miss those days cause it was realer
You couldn’t come around true heads if we didn’t feel ya,
I use to be a mixtape pimp, before datpiff
and the internet damn near ruined the whole shit.
Peace to Elzhi he always spit that Motor City smooth shit
I Grew up in Philly where all the DJ’s ran shit
technics, breakbeats, and battles between NY always let ya know who ran shit,
when it came to breakdancers, MC’s, and block parties
biggest tour was Fresh Fest and everybody knew the words to La Di Da.
now you got skinny jeans
use to have to be a hustler now talking trash on the mic are plenty fiends,
first I was a fan, drum machines and gangster leans
Brand Nubian woke up a nation of Black teens in America to better
ourselves in this establishment
it’s not a black or white thing just show respect to the ones that started it.
EDM heads be like in the club it’s DJ so and so, fake as fvck, separating all
the genres to monetize your color blind, Donald Sterling Syndrome…
who run the game!!! A ninja A ninja … “Colorful Money”