You know, love is an incredible thing.
And we don't know love like we should.
We always talk about, I have unconditional love.
Unconditional love is-- we don't even know it.
Because if a person stops stimulating us,
we stop loving them.
You're not interesting to talk to anymore.
Goodbye.
But that real love, that love that sometimes
is difficult, difficult--
(RAPPING) It's the return of the guillotine.
Pop your champagne, Roman candles.
Make a mess with some silly string.
Grab your coat, Billie Jean, because we
are about to light the streets up,
blow some trees up until they smithereens.
Competition shivering, left out in the cold,
out of control, no De La Soul.
Yo, what's up with the love, huh?
Que paso?
Can't remix this or reverse our rose.
Only person, even though my breath is cold,
the second and go.
Got to stay collective, composed.
Welcome to the Terrordome where the exit is closed.
Exodus woes, told through excellent flows.
What Melle Mel's message was meant to suppose,
special case that is working through the telephone poles.
A salute to all those, the brave and the bold,
for never faking the soul.
Yo, this is my ode.
This is my ode to gallantry.
Add it up to what the balance be the most vivid pictures
in my gallery.
I love it.
Uh huh.
Say what?
Said I love it.
Yo, this is my ode to gallantry.
Add it up and what the balance be, the most vivid pictures
in my gallery.
I love it.
Uh huh.
Say what?
Said I love it.
Mayday, mayday on the front line.
Everything froze because we known about the trunk
like an elephant's nose.
Elegant clothes on Shorty with the scent of a rose.
Now they all lining up for a centerfold pose.
What's up with the love?
Herc should have a mansion to go.
Cash and flash a legendary etching in stone.
On top of Sugar Hill sits silver his throne.
Hip hop hooray, y'all, I'm celebrating my own.
No snakes in the clones or vultures.
Deeper than the mind of Minolta.
L shot the cowboy's holster.
Word to my salt and pepper poster.
Ballots up and soldier.
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Moments in my mind, these moments I rewind.
I'll be doing music boxes recording all the time.
And graffiti ain't a crime.
It's our ancient expression.
So is break-dancing.
Ain't no half step.
This is my ode to gallantry add it
up to what the balance be, the most
vivid pictures in my gallery.
I love it.
Uh huh.
Say what?
Said I love it.
Yo, this is my ode to gallantry.
Add it up and what the balance be?
The most vivid pictures in my gallery.
I love it.
Uh huh.
Say what?
Said I love it.
Yeah, yeah, word, word.
Shout out to Jersey City's homegrown legends,
DJ Wimpy Bee, DJ Thermy Therm, Sweet Slick Slide Crew, Chill
Rob G and Double XX Posse.
Yo, thank you for your courage.
Peace.