Chill Bump - The Eponym

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In 95, when my father was still alive
Hip-Hop hit my heart and I started to feel the vibe
I’d listen to Nas spit rhymes too damn correct
I can’t forget my doggystyle and my wu-tang cassette
See, I was only ten, holding a pen
Hoping to find schemes, rhyming over and over again
At 13, I had a crew, we’d flow and hang out
And that’s how I started rapping with the homie Bankal
He went his way and I went mine
He switched to turntable-ism, I perfected my rhyme
A decade later, we met again and said «what up?»
We gotta get together and tear the stage the fuck up!
Oh Boy ! These kids so cool
The beat’s so deep, the flow’s so smooth
Mic check, one two, one two
They came to rock, to rock the house for you
We ain’t about enterprising or dough making
But we wanna say thanks to you folks for donating
Peace to all the reviews and dope ratings
For those that bang they skulls to this 'til they dome aching!
Thanks to y’all we gon' keep feasting off emceeing
We gon' keep performing, beat-making, beasting for a reason
Peace to all you people, Eastern European
Swedish or Norwegian, Aussie, Asian, even North Korean
France, Germany, US and the UK
Africa, Mexico and even kids from Uruguay
Chill out and bump this, ‘cause this is a new day
And haters: We couldn’t give a shit 'bout what you say