HIP-HOP

He got his street cred From the skip of the vynnal From the reasonable rythm From the power of the ryhme that pays Money is power Love is lust That grows inside your baggy pants He was picked From the different varieties That clung between the teeth like meat A breakthrough for many Who had the skill to bust a line Through the grace of the microhpone Into the cradle of time Direct like an arrow You serenade my heart With your lean metaphores The sweat from your pores Are from your hardwork That started in hoods of swarthy ghettos To every street corner Hip-hop You have renegaded the streets Came back to sell your t-shirt And i love you as much