What HipHop was about

Some get a little and some get none
Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done
I was one who never had and always mad
Never knew my dad, mother fuck the fag
Where anyway I didn’t pick up, flipped the clip up
Too many stick-ups, ’cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups
I couldn’t get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
My mother couldn’t afford us, she had to throw me out
I walked the strip, with this here clip, who wanna hit?

Ja es soll tatsächlich Zeiten gegeben haben, als man sich noch nicht schämen musste, Rap-Musik zu hören. To the window, to the wall, till the sweat drop down my balls.