I reminisce about back in the days
So relax yourself
And I'll move yourself
I reminisce about back in the days
Freestyling in the staircase
James Smith's car park
Man, it's mostly at a half
Back when the only fellas used to scoop my ass up
Jealous cause I'm the type who always follows hot
Now they show me love and they swallow their pride
Cause I keep welly alive every time I rhyme
Just the days of school discos
I've been outside, I couldn't dimes
But I can quote my favorite punchlines
Redman, Wu-Tang, and MCs from Brooklyn
Nines and Queensbridge were a whole new sequence
Before Snoop Dogg left Los Angeles sleepless
Ten years before hip-hop blew in New Zealand
But it's been here since 84, deep in my region
Kenny Mack came from Detroit and raw hip-hop tracks
Hooked up with T.P., a DJ from way back
This jockey of Dr. John's the only club that pushed rap
Marie Speed was the first DMC champ
And I'm a hot boss, he said, add two to they whole camp
The Moa's feel style and Cosmo's first band
Their noise and effect, her awful playing came next
When I was a kid, I used to be the only one
DJ Raw was number one, turntable is on the decks
Gifted to Browns where King Cass was found at
That's the first time I seen damn Nita's coat popper
And Shea Fula's super cool to do his own numbers
1993, orientation in the summer
Just before I MC'd live at the Proud Tour
Southside's finest, they in the 0-4
That's when I realized that Bob's an all-tier door
Cosmo and DJ Raw, they see my hunger
So in 1994, they birthed the Foot Soldiers
My mom says I'm blessed, my flow was chosen
I pay dues to O-Way, watch and listen
With not too much to say
Research my mentors, study their metaphors
Video's my resource to watch them work the stage
Cos I know one day, my music will get airplayed
Regardless of the hearsay, he say, she say
Respect the H-Town, freedom in four corners
Hypoglyphs and coma, we still moving forward
Lost tribe, suntan, H-Dawg, live, live
Strange tongues, Herman and my boy J-Live
So he black, and my homie is Hypes
The Don saw Darns, who always gave me advice
Survival of the fit, only the strong, they survive
Flows train hard, soon it's gon' be your time
The broads train hard, soon it's gon' be your time

The broads train hard, soon it's gon' be your time
The Bronx and Americas, where hip-hop came from
A street culture that influences nations
Wallingtons run the New Zealand's deepest places
I quote facts before somebody say that they did
Most times, no one really wants to say *
The story I wrote's only known as repositories
I script the history, to leave no mysteries
Brought up by the underground, not by the industry
That means I pay dues and I'm schooled up properly
And what the *, you know, you're thinking probably
I know there's no shortcuts to success
And 10% retelling, 90% be respect
And while they hip-hop *, I don't care
Show love, that's the concept
For the last ten years, it bothers me, my project
I seen old school and new school heads come and go
But no one who's been holding down as long as Cosmo
I pick it up where he left off
He left me with the best of
Knowledge from the S-Arms, I mean essence
Real MCs, they move the crowd with a message
That last paragraph brought me to the present
I write meticulous for the real lyricists
Watch yourself because I'm coming for you
And I said watch yourself because I'm coming for you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Just relax yourself
And I move yourself
Just relax yourself
Just relax yourself
Just relax yourself
Just relax yourself