Come to da party, come to the dance   Everyone is fightin'   So they fired up, up and away   Come to da party, come to the dance   To pull out the vinyl   So they fired up, up and away      Yeah, yeah   Hardcore lyric comin' at ya they attackin' ya   Rappers bite like Dracula the soul of hip-hop   I'm puttin' back in ya, with the South Bronx vernacular   Bound to put the crack in your armor, I am much sharper   Than a lot of other mic rockers, slightly eccentric   But everything's authentic, when I said, I'm hip-hop, I meant it   Emcees wanna debate the issue, but false though   If they studied they would see that they are hip-hop also      Hip-Hop you can't do it, you gots to be it   You can't confine it, you have to free it, so you can see it   As your expression and learn the lesson, on life in ghetto sections   And what you feel is the forward direction   For black people, not these Star Wars save that for R2-D2   I got five fingers like Bruce Lee do   And with the five fingers I grab microphones and bring the   Stinger to DJ's, rappers, singers and beer drinkers      This MC's a thinker, unlike others but I won't diss yaz   You're still my brothers and sisters, Kris is one aspect of hip-hop rap   Negative rap, positive rap, forget that black it's a trap   To set us back, concentrate on various rap talents   Presently the rap radio format is unbalanced   You either got the player, or the concious rhyme sayer   All day, on your radio, not with a different flavor   Someone has to die before you hear a concious record   People don't like gangsta rap, but concious rap, they don't respect it   The truth is people are afraid of black youth   Our expressions, our lessons and gold teeth, so      Come to da party, come to the dance   Everyone is shoutin'   So they fired up, up and away   Come to da party, come to the dance   Everyone is singin'   So they fired up, up and away