Hip Hop LL COOL J (Ft. Terri Robinson)

[Produced by The Trackmasters]

[Intro]
Word up! Ya know what I'm sayin'?
I gotta globe in the world in the mail today
NahI'msayin? Heh, word up!
Uhh, kid told me "Yo, the world is yours kid, put it in ya pocket"
Nahmean?
Make a brother feel good, word up!
Brother feel energized
I wanna dedicate this one to the game that put me on the map
Y'nahI'msayin?

[Verse 1]
I know you love it, the game is so irresistible to touch
You should see me when fiendin' for microphones that I can clutch
Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts
Like the old Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question the suggestion was made
The foundation was laid when the Furious played
Grandmaster Flash slayed competition that was wishin'
They could serve the technician with the number one position
Ugh, the real deal, Fearless Four scored
Bambaataa was hotter, Spoonie was givin' em nata
An' I was all up in my headzone, melody and' all
Cosign and The Movement sayin', "Yes, yes y'all"
It's just the love affair that never ended
I recommended that I take microphones and blow 'em up
Ain't that splendid?
This one goes out to all the hip-hop do-or-diers
A song is dedicated to the music I admire