In the First place
In the Second place

In the First place
In the Second place

In the First place
In the Second place

In the First place, slick break beats
In the Second place, bass
In the third place
Rhymes to feed minds
Now ya in a groove like Afrika Bambaataa

In the First place, slick break beats
In the Second place, bass
In the third place
Rhymes to feed minds
Now ya in a groove like Afrika Bambaataa

Now it feels safe to associate
Now it feels safe to associate
Now it feels safe to associate
It’s time to trust the groove

Shake out the stuck energy
In your body
Move the energy
Insert this freakquency into your earhole
And surf the audible wave
Till you can no longer avoid the void

He said - You’re buggin’ out like a weirdo
I said - Thank you for seeing me though
She said - You’re bugging’ out like a weirdo
I said - Thank you for seeing me though

Obsessed with the power of hip hop
Obsessed with the power of hip hop
Obsessed with the power of hip hop
Ever evolving, circulation sacred stories
Glorifying vices
Unsolicited life advices
A healthy helping of braggadocio
Chest beating and a sprinkling of Ego

I do the wop when the hip hop beat bangs I am gone
So so long
Sharing absurd words
May this crazy business be of service
And serve your soul up delicious blisses

On the mission to make something of yourself
Don’t forget how to play because it’s essential
On the mission to make something of yourself
Don’t forget how to play because it’s essential

Hip hop devotee, the warmup’s done
The get down’s begun
I got one thing on my bucket list
And it’s to never die

Addicted to music and it’s eternal high
You think you’ve peaked but then you go higher
Living this music for an infinite high
On my bucket list is to always fly

In the First place, slick break beats
In the Second place, bass
In the third place
Rhymes to feed minds
Now ya in a groove like Afrika Bambaataa

In the First place, slick break beats
In the Second place, bass
In the third place
Rhymes to feed minds
Now ya in a groove like Afrika Bambaataa

I’m on a mission like Special Ed
Come on and break some bread 
Instead of all that wack shit you all already heard
I’m in the trunk, yo’ it’s Cel Sev
They ain’t made my belt yet 
What you haven’t felt yet 
I’m bringing to your nerve
So just trust me

Ain’t been a line that can rush me
My digital dimes diggin minds that are dusty
It got ugly
’Cuz back when hip hop was just bubblin’
And I was a kid for respect we would rugby 

Some tables a mic and a mat and a breakbeat
Our daddys were gone I had KRS I had Chuck D
De La and Tribe 415 there was  Slick Rick
His stories evoked, what he wrote, changed my life quick
So at night with

A pad and a pen I found a friend and a confidant in this life I want
Thank God for the purpose and the guidance it gave
’Cuz honestly, my life she saved

Yep Yep

In the First place, slick break beats
In the Second place, bass
In the third place
Rhymes to feed minds
Now ya in a groove like Afrika Bambaataa

Obsessed with the power of hip hop
Obsessed with the power of hip hop
Obsessed with the power of hip hop
Obsessed with the power of hip hop