Do It, See It, Be It Q-Tip

* Bonus song after "End of Time"

[Intro]
For real
E'rybody's a star, e'rybody shine
Follow your heart and not mankind
For real, for real
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine
So everybody Shine, c'mon

[Verse 1]
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here spittin' for y'all
Pre-ordained by Allah that I'm hittin' for y'all
Growin' up on the New York concrete lookin'
Lilke a little snotty dish of prodigy cookin'
They called me Little Man all in the boulevard
When I was young, my family used to party hard
Games of 'Run, catch, kiss' turned to 'Run, catch, hump'
The illest niggas was Richard Pryor and Ronnie Bump
Skinned knees from being bad-ass little boys
Police si-re-ns and baby screams was average noise
Hip-Hop came, the ghetto copped the soundtrack
Street poetry to tracks, could you beat that?
Malik Taylor introduced it to me
He said, 'Forget Benny Hill, nigga, let's M.C.!'
Twelve years old, rhymin' in the back room
For echoes, we used to rhyme in the bathroom
Run-D.M.C, Slick Rick and Doug E. Fresh
The Juice Crew rule but who's this nigga KRS?
Reference points, too many to wish for
Battlin' niggas on trains, I stay raw
Never let my dream die
I was happy and high going to Ali's in Bed-Stuy
We made our first demo tape
Ex-cited like a muhfucka, lookin' for our first break