Hip-Hop History (Book 2 of 3)

Let's take it back to the seventies

When Rap was born and made emcees.



But before they could even bless the Mic

It would be the DJ that rocked the night



From the Message that rained down from Sugar Hill

To the beat from chic that spun the wheel



When the Godfather & Ms. Summer ruled the dance floors

It would be a mighty Blow from Harlem to break down the doors



Similar to the Chuck Taylor's that graced the league

Those fresh adidas, name belts, cazels & Lees would RUN our emcees



Puma windbreakers, box tops and boom boxes

Broke windmills, head spins and pop lockers



Paper Thin emcees got ripped like nickel bags

Looking up into the Lyte, defeated; Cramming to Understand



B-Boys gathered for blocks & blocks

Breakdancin' and freestylin' as My Radio jammed the boom box



Too many got laid down in the West

Too many hot bullets pierced too many black hearts



Yet one bold young brother, kept on screamin'

Life is Too Short



The Government, C. Delores Tucker, the President and Bob Dole

Set out to censor the rap game & claim their own fame.



But they got the Gas Face

Fools this is Our Thing



-ANTWAN 'ANT' BANK$