Boombox Big Steele (Ft. Chino XL & Kendrick Lamar)

[Intro]
(It's a Polar Bear beat, suckers)

[Verse 1: Big Steele]
I've been there, I'm a product of poverty
Visualize where it started in that raggedy apartment, seein'
Unit six, where the heroin noodles hermetic
Covered the concrete, grass only grow in patches
One out of every five mothers had a crack habit
Three out of every five pops just up and vanished
Creatin' bastards who turn misfortune to magic
And morph pain into hip-hop classics
We the ghetto messiah, spread our gospel through the bootleggers
Prosperity preachin', the words reach foreign nations
I thank God for Kass, Herc, and Flash
And visionaries like Eric Wright and Dame Dash
Uncle Luke, J Prince, and Russell
The players that turned dreams into billion-dollar hustles
Know that without hip-hop in my life, I would probably be
On level four in the walls of the penitentiary

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
I still remember the first time
That I ever cut my boombox on
I just lay back and unwind
Whenever I cut my boombox on