Letter 2 c/o The Bronx - People Under The Stairs

We need the funk, gotta have that funk

Hold up chill out, chill out

Chill out on that drinking, man

I wanna say something, man

I wanna say something real quick

It’s real serious, man

It’s about the brothers who started hip hop

Kool Herc, Pete DJ Jones, Disco King Mario

And Richie T of the world famous T-Connection

Dig this

Ya see now everybody around the nation

I’m gonna give you some inspiration

No other sound is quite the same

Uh huh huh huh

Now let me take you on a trip down memory lane

Bambaataa was live in the Bronx river

Across town you had Cowboy and Flash

They was tearing down the black door room

Before you get confused

Let me warn you

I’m an old school junkie

Who was born here in california

Around the same time

Rahiem was down with the Funky Four

Then he skipped to Furious

And they added 1 more

The original Jazzy Jeff

Or was it Keith Ceasar the Woman Pleaser

Now let me make it clear

That these are the brothers

Who made it possible

For your janky ass crew to get yo'

Eddie Cheeba, Eddie Cheeba

And who makes it sweeter than Lovebug at the Fever

Coked out, loc’ed out rappers at their best

And some of these niggas think

It started here in the West

But it hit our airwaves around 79

And if you really wanna go back

To Fatback and Tim the King Third

Coke La Rock, Ecstasy Garage was the spot

Casanovas running around, giving out speednots

In the name of hip hop

The origin of the name drop

Came from gangstas running the numbers

In Harlem world, it was disco

Bronx was rugged

They was setting up

Playing for anybody who dug it

Like this y’all

It’s like that baby brother

Gotta give it to New York

The birthplace of my mother

Angel dust was the shit and everybody was toking

Cool out, Cool out man

What, what, hold on, man

Hey, get back, back up, homie don’t

Yo, Give me my Kangol back, Yo

Yeah, give him back his Kambol

Get away from him we gonna turn

Ohh, that’s fucked up, man

You know what

Tell Todd we gonna change the music right now

Trying to do some old school shit

Y’all relax, you ladies chill, You keep dancing man

We’ll keep this party

Hey, man, this a nice dog

We’ll stop this old school

What kind of dog is

Don’t trip, Double, man

What the fuck is it

Here have this drink

You know what I’m saying, Say it

Say it on the fucking microphone

Yo, chill out Todd

You don’t like old school disco rap, shut up

You don’t love that shit

I love that shit