It was the March of 87 wen saga begun the nurse stunned at the one born with the golden tongue truth be told even the doctor was synical spat my first 16 before I was cut from the umbilical a few year past and vocab grow fast all on the path of trying to master the craft since an early age burnt the words on the page the hip hops path had been made I was to watch it get paved I love that boom bap suckas you feeling it fine and when I hold the mic kno il never resign hip hop not dead but slowly on the decline and I was lucky to be born while raps in its prime Most you rappers out here ain't breaking the mould just selling your soul to be left in the cold I'm here to burn your chapter b4 your story gets told cause real music might be ageing but it will never get old