Baby In The Cradle Of The Mic Stand

[Intro]
In the true spirit of Hip Hop music
I resurrect the soul of the artform
(Last letter gets to ressurect it, eh-eh-eh)
At the same time I rekindle the flame that you know lies dormant inside of you
You wanna sing with me, do you?

[Chorus]
See, what you gave me was amazing and I liked it (Help me show some gratitute)
I'm merely a baby in the cradle of a mic stand
Even my parents got to raise me quite like you
’Cause they even embrace what I am able to give life to
As I keep giving back to you

[Verse 1]
Do you remember what it's like to hear a dope beat
A fly mcee just rhyming over like it's supposed to be
Words so clear you don’t have to listen closer
And how the flows be incredible with poetry
Do you remember how you heart skipped when you heard
The perfect snare and drum kick for the first time
Close your eyes and rewind as you recollect the day you realised what a rhyme was
When you heard the song before you saw the video
Imagining images all so vivid though
Pause and rewind so you can catch that word that sounds like a slur
'Cause you're writing down the words on paper
Commuting into memories of that when you wake up
You busting it at school to your boys at break time
Mush later you would start to write your own words
With the hope of being an artist, right?

[Chorus]
See, what you gave me was amazing and I liked it
I'm merely a baby in the cradle of a mic stand
Even my parents got to raise me quite like you
'Cause they even embrace what I am able to give life to
As I keep giving back to you

[Post-Chorus]
To hip-hip the hop it don't stop
Radio killed the real Hip Hop
To hip-hip the hop it don't quit
Listen, Last Letta, I came to resurect it

[Verse 2]
You knew cords, knew the scratches even knew the bass
You hated the left side 'cause it’d chew the tape
Rap pages right on Jet Magazine
[?] with cuts extra baggy jeans
None of them was sold in Africa but still you got em
It’s called passion, something that you still forgotten
Trying to scratch mum's Pat Shange’s vinyl on you pop's gramaphone
Trust me son, I know

[Chorus]
See, what you gave me was amazing and I liked it
I'm merely a baby in the cradle of a mic stand
Even my parents got to raise me quite like you
'Cause they even embrace what I am able to give life to
As I keep giving back to you

[Verse 3]
Special and Public Enemy, EPMD
2 Life Crew, BDP and Heavy D
NWA with some
Nice and smooth Rakim and Eric B
Salt n Peppa, Monie Love, MC Lyte what?
Queen Latifah but nobody really like her
Kool G Rap and Big Daddy Kane
[?], Das EFX where my inspiration came, look
I bring it back to 2006
Where it’s more hip for kids to hop on pop hits but
Outrageous we invade your frequency
Custodians of the art just so the streets can see that

[Pre-Chorus]
To hip-hip the hop it don't stop
Radio killed the real Hip Hop
To hip-hip the hop it don't quit
Listen, Last Letta, I came to resurect it

[Chorus]
See, what you gave me was amazing and I liked it
I'm merely a baby in the cradle of a mic stand
Now, even my parents got to raise me quite like you
'Cause they even embrace what I am able to give life to
As I keep giving back to you