Relaxy y'all rest ya head on my chest,
   cruisin' through ya speakers, nuthini more, nuthin less,
   even though not old school, still I must confess,
   Hip Hop is my life...(what), Hip hop is my life (scratch)
  
   I got an underground contract with this man called Hip Hop
   I promised that night, I'll give all I got
   he told me his life story, bad times, times of glory
   yes bitches, gangsters, husterlers and outlawrey,
   parties, graffity, breakdancon' in the streets,
   plus MC's, microphones, 12/10 and phat beatz
   He said:
   Ey, yo, Raptile, but I want you to know, if you roll, it's not only about beatz and flows
   I said:
   Ok, first of all, we gotz to fuse, to one element
   then it's relevant to pay my dues,
   yes I'll trymy best, to keep my shit tight
   practice every day and will fight with da mic
   He said:
   If it's like that, I'll guard you like eastpack,
   luck charm, the guardian angel over ya head,
   but don't you bite styles, immitate or pose
   we need new individuals who create new type flows,
   he pulled me close to his body and made me realize
   Hip Hop is culture and sometimes I gotta improvise
   prove my styles with paper and a pencil
   I knew that was the cornerstone shit was essential
   people dind't understand how serious it is
   I rocked jams, pade my dues, made my experiences
   dropped bombs on freestyle sessions, got probs,
   learned my lessons, shit was tight everytime
   I gripped my mic, but
   one day I met Hip Hop in a club, suddenly she explained
   me on a track with verbal attacks that MC's need to be
   conscious of what he sayin' I thought I was real
   because I was sprayin' wordplays aggressive
   She told me:
   It's not like that, if you attack other MC's, they might
   bite back, it's pretty nice, if you got tight raps, but it's more
   precise lacin' wise vocals on ya wax
   next moment I opened up my eyes to my suprise I found
   myself sittin in my room I realized Hip Hop wants me to
   work harder, I gotz to rise my lyrical level with my intellect
   as my partner so I became larger expanted my
   rhyme-repertoir I was only blazin' da evil like I'm Marshall
   brave star so far It's all good now even though not
   old school I drop some burnin' some hip Hop sounds...