The Eponym - Chill Bump

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