“I Originate (produced & scratches by Pete Rock)” by Deda Baby Pa
“Down the hill groovin’, movin’ the crowd, my mic sounds loud as the music surrounds & pounds, and taking it out across the U.S., true test, no stress, the extreme dopeness, as I hold this control, must kick the boom, the ease to relieve, those chumps talking bull, it’s on so I hit’ em with cheeks over hot beats, cats like to copy styles mad sloppy, fast round like Rocky, it’s when you got me, one time sike ya mind, make a nigga not bleed with ‘nough speed indeed, without a doubt I will succeed, to flip shit, to hit shit, to hot shit, to pop shit, I knocks kid, the most programmer on your system, you know I got the buddha, sharp rhyme shooter, blawow in ya face like an unexpected smack hows that, in effect and on attack, it’s the practice.
