Honors English - Rap Genius: My Hip Hop Story lyrics

My uncle produced for poor, righteous teachers Said out of new school emcees you should be the leader He did a MC search, said ''damn, he next to shine'' Bet that cash, money, man, he fresh To get a A+ and say what's in the bones of the thugs Local Run DMC, he gave my uncle a rush Whenever I spit on the beat, nuts So any lady with luck would call my phone and request love So inspired by Lauryn, inspired by Nas Thought I'd do something with Wyclef that would deserve a prize My tribe, they called it souls of mischief Walking on the far side, had the whole city high With my cousin Rob, wanted to boot camp the clique Yeah, it's no limit to how many observers Babies in juveniles would grow up to see murders Tried to be a kid and play, learn the A to the Z's But it wasn't nice and smooth, we was warrin' with G's Girls would call me D-Nice cause I was nice with the D Shorty you blow me a kiss cause my style is so chic Plus I got a little fame battling and they had nothing for me Mac 10 high-tech sh** that could k** a army first ave Before John got discovered with a smith and wesson talk Impact my little brother cause Big L got hit, and Murda Ma$e quit I'm thinking to myself, do you need a q-tip? It's you versus the industry and nobody beats the biz Unless you do a little flip and change who you is And tell the children stories, that's only for Slick Rick Bloods having mad sk**s, don't get you paid like J.Cole Only had 50 cent when I saw Curtis blow Like I can't be broke, it's not in my nature, boy I wonder when I'm 40, would they thank me later It'll be a rough ride, the south turned anti-Nas Might need to break sh**, they anti-locks Went back to school, raps couldn't wu 'em forever Ton of books I read, man, became a large professor That's when I realized they arrested the development Separated dead prayers from getting dead presidents We turned on CNN, they tried to be the freshest prince Chased half a mill and went back to special Ed again We let them k** our nappy roots and black thoughts How you thinking you a gang star and not a black star? See, it's all kriss kross, we just ghetto boys fighting lost boys Over who's more outlaw, are you above the law? Who's ever life become more 2Pac their life becomes too short Of course I'm just kicking it game off If you looking for hip hop, then I'm the main source