[Verse 1]
Here's a little fact that you might not know
Before I was a hip-hop icon, yo
And before I was a top-level mic honcho
When I was a little kid, I did tae kwon do
My hero at the studio was named DC
He was a black belt of the second dee-gree
My parents had split up when I was a toddler
And DC felt like a replacement father
Friendly, (uh) warm, (uh) likable, and
He could break three concrete blocks with his hand
The coolest guy at the gym
And I hoped one day I would grow up to be like him
Now when DC free-sparred
He put on an athletic cup so that he could keep guard
Not a big deal, a lot of guys wore ’em
But only DC wore his on top of his uniform
But he was the grown-up
So I did the same thing when I got my own cup
And that was just fine until my fam moved
And I started at another dojo, brand new
Jaws must have dropped when I walked in the spot
With my pants underneath and my jock on the top
And poor little me did not have a clue
That was something you just didn't tae kwon do
Here's a little fact that you might not know
Before I was a hip-hop icon, yo
And before I was a top-level mic honcho
When I was a little kid, I did tae kwon do
My hero at the studio was named DC
He was a black belt of the second dee-gree
My parents had split up when I was a toddler
And DC felt like a replacement father
Friendly, (uh) warm, (uh) likable, and
He could break three concrete blocks with his hand
The coolest guy at the gym
And I hoped one day I would grow up to be like him
Now when DC free-sparred
He put on an athletic cup so that he could keep guard
Not a big deal, a lot of guys wore ’em
But only DC wore his on top of his uniform
But he was the grown-up
So I did the same thing when I got my own cup
And that was just fine until my fam moved
And I started at another dojo, brand new
Jaws must have dropped when I walked in the spot
With my pants underneath and my jock on the top
And poor little me did not have a clue
That was something you just didn't tae kwon do
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