[Intro: Common]
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Uh, yo, the anticipation arose as time froze
I just stared down the aisles with my eyes closed
And jumped straight into the crime code, I just did it
You tryna hear that heat right? Yup, well, let's get it
My desire to groove was overcomin’ my fears
I got a "Planet Rock" record I stole from Blair's
I'm finna throw a disco up in my room upstairs
Put the needle to the record, let it soothe my ears
It goes: "Party People, this groove is soulsonic
We finna to get you high as a kite with no chronic"
Who could tell at the top, but it was better than brain
But I fell in love with the culture, was never the same
Remember All Stars and TI sweats
And young rhythm ’round the projects tryna chill
'Cause my name on my buckle and my style is Ill
'Cause I got you in my system and refine the skill
You like my life soundtrack, my personal theme
Joint that knock for me ever since I burst on the scene
Yo, it's like, gimme the music and I make it my wife
Hip-hop, you the love of my life
[Chorus: Black Thought]
Yo, tell the people like that, what
And it sounds so tight, hip-hop you the love of my life
We finna take it to the top, love, hip-hop love
To the top, love, hip-hop, check it out
It's like that, y'all, and it sounds so tight
Hip-hop, you the love of my life
We finna take it to the, to the, to the
To the, to the, to the, to the, to the, to the, to the

[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Yo, when I was nine years old, I realized there was a road
At the end there'd be a lot of studios and shows
I had to pump my brakes and learn from my mistakes
Took time to create so that y'all could relate
To be a pioneer, it takes work for years
And sometimes I seen things that’ll jerk your tears
I been through hard times, many rocks to climb
Tryna take it from the bottom to the top of the line
With fam and the same shorty from the two-dollar jam
That used to rock Sergios in the B-girl stance
Probably rockin’ door knockers with her hair in the twist
With the ill Michael Jackson wristband on her wrist
Before we ever shook asses and the watched the sales
We used to sing "La Di Da Di" and "Rock the Bells"
And you could mash up in the party 'til the early morn’
And roll out without your Bally shoes gettin' stepped on
Even though we from the city, the crime, the grind
Yo, I grew up around good times and beats and rhymes
I remember late nights rockin' without a mic
Hip-hop, you the love of my life
[Chorus: Black Thought]
Yo, tell the people like that, what
And it sounds so tight, hip-hop you the love of my life
We 'bout to take it to the top, love, hip-hop love
To the top, love, hip-hop, check it out
It’s like that, what, and it sounds so tight
Hip-hop, you the love of my life
We gotta go to the, to the, to the
To the, to the, to the
To the, to the, to the, to the, to the, yo

[Outro: Common]
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop