H.I.P.H.O.P. - Reks

Powers have oppressed people

Her infinite powers have oppressed people

Her infinite powers have oppressed people

Her infinite powers have oppressed people

KRS was my daddy, poppa Kris had me

Pop locking my wrist to a hip-hop majesty

Pen pad mastery, sounds of Motown

When Apollo Brown crafting these instrumental masterpieces

Relive the golden era in my flow forever

Will I ever sell my soul?

Hell no, never

I’m so better, a go-getter, I throw letters

Together for y’all pleasure, can I get a thank you record?

Outrank you, chess not checkers, protect the bling bling

On your neck it’s still chains, do whatever for the fame

It’s a goddamn shame dodging gunshots

Tongue is like a shotgun bang

Got the props, fuck the fame,

To the plane to the top of the Acropolis, how far I came

And my aim remain pure as the tropical waters

Salute to the fathers who gave me these powers

Powers have oppressed people

Her infinite powers have oppressed people

Her infinite powers have oppressed people

Her infinite powers have oppressed people

Rakim was my daddy, poppa R had me

Perfecting my math in the paragraphs all day

Pissy hallway, little Corey with the 40

And the posse spitting poetry wishing somebody notice me

Take me out of hell as far as I can tell

L-Town full of hardships and letdowns

Frustrated meltdowns get to robbing banks and bodegas

Anxious for the paper, ain’t shit they could tell ya

In the history class at last, get a hall pass

To scribble raps in my composition pad

Get the competition mad, listen, my position as dad

Got me thinking 'bout the legacy I’m leaving for my lads

For my young kings, the game is vicious

Flame spittage, maim lyrics, hear the pain in my scriptures

Aim remain pure as the Holy Mecca sure is

Power of the fathers in the chorus

Love

Love

Love

Love