[Phil A 1st Verse]

"Fuck it, I'll make music for the love of it
I'm from the underground, punk we got our own government"
I got this chocolate chunk and I'm always puffing it
This was 06, We was loving it
Finally had a couple homies I could come up with
We tried to come up quick
Some of us did, Some Slipped
Sloe knocked Lui in his upper lip
On some dumb shit
Then he took a zip
Lui slipped to zani's
I took a sip and attempted understanding
How the hell could you underhand me?
Lui came back, Sloe vanished...
We became rap, fall back, don't panic
The others adopted other styles
I kept the foundation
And kept runnin' wild
I kept pacin'
And I kept patience
And I can't take it
Cus I can taste it
And I ain't made shit
And yet I embrace this
People love it when our music go back to basics
If this is what they huntin' then i'll go back to grade six
Keep it most blunted
No frontin'
I'll do something that makes sense

[Bridge/ Hook]

"Fuck it, I'll make music for the love of it..."

Yo..
And this goes back
Way further started than you started
You should know that

Yo
That this goes back
Way further started than you started
You should know that

Yo

Yo this goes back
Way further started than you started
You should know that

Know this goes back
Way further started than you started
You should know rap

You should know rap

[End]

Dine Krew what up
Illumneye what up
Campfire what up
Macro Fi what up
T.U. what up
All crews what up

Peace