then who would keep the music
Hard ballin' on 22, Sunset cruisin'
then who's speakin' the things that I feel,
Peace 586, y 'all know the legacy
Raps tryin' to keep new breedin'
where young and restless roam
From brothers who back chrome
to sisters who write poems
Famous to unknown, black,
then who keepin' the uncut sound?
Man, I'm sick of livin' life in the norm
Sick of man denyin' God's power,
Sick of bein' broke since I was born
Sick of people livin' uninformed,
love the way it used to make
Now I'm drivin' in my car sayin',
no wonder why these young
And fiendin' for hardcore cats
then who would keep the music
Hard ballin' on 22, sunset cruisin'
Roxbury heads, hardball, never
then who would keep the music
Hard ballin' on 22, sunset cruisin'
cause when I speak you know
No wasteful words, speakin' truth,
More of my time on my rhymes,
How I do it, stay consistent
I stay humble, stay true,
Fearing God only, never to a single man
You ain't think I could last,
keep the pressure coming like a can
I'm on some more graffiti bombing, man
Fat tips and tunnel wraps
The Puerto Rican with the free,
To bring the heat, rock the beat,
Peace, Elson, Motts, Reppin', BX and Rox
A gang teamin' up with a couple of
with the pens and the white sheets
Hard ballin' with the lyrics
Metal cleats for attraction with the rap,
ready for some action if not us,
then who would keep the music movin'?
Hard ballin' on 22 Sunset cruisin'
Rocks, Berry hands, hardball, nothin' moves if not us,
then who would keep the music movin'?
Hardballin' on 22 Sunset,
Roxbury heads, hardball, never losin'
Wha, what, cat got your tongue off?
Wha, what, who got you sprung now?
Tell me what new breed has come
to undo or renew what's been done
Cause we are about to get down
and let it flow all underground
that's takin' over all of uptown
Cause, not us who keep the
Tunnel rats, hardball, y 'all,
and when we do it, we bruise the track
And take it back to where the real hip -hop is at
P -586 is makin' sure we never lack
and respect the boom -bap
Hardballin' on 22, Sunset cruisin'
Rocks, very hands, hardball, never
then who will keep the music movin'
Hardballin' on 22 Sunset,
Lampin' on Gun Hill, bros,
Rocks, very hands, hardball,
Yo, I remember growing up as a kid,
watching them throw jams in
the parks where hip -hop was born.
it'll never be like that again.