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Let’s take it back to the seventiesWhen Rap was born and made emcees. But before they could even bless the MicIt would be the DJ that rocked the night From the Message that rained down from Sugar HillTo the beat from chic that spun the wheel When the Godfather & Ms. Summer ruled the dance floorsIt would be a mighty Blow from Harlem to break down the doors Similar to the Chuck Taylor’s that graced the leagueThose fresh adidas, name belts, cazels & Lees would RUN our emcees Puma windbreakers, box tops and boom boxesBroke windmills, head spins and pop lockers Paper Thin emcees got ripped like nickel bagsLooking up into the Lyte, defeated; Cramming to Understand B-Boys gathered for blocks & blocksBreakdancin’ and freestylin’ as My Radio jammed the boom box Too many got laid down in the WestToo many hot bullets pierced too many black hearts Yet one bold young brother, kept on screamin’Life is Too Short! The Government, C. Delores Tucker, the President and Bob DoleSet out to censor the rap game & claim their own fame. But they got the Gas FaceFools this is Our Thing! -ANTWAN 'ANT' BANK$