[Intro: Samples]
"No matter the year—"
("—listenin' to hip-hop")
"—no matter the place—"
("—listenin' to hip-hop")
"—no matter the time"
("—listenin' to hip-hop")
("This is dedicated to the hip-hop dreamers!")

[Chorus: Samples]
"No matter the year—"
"—no matter the place—"
"—no matter the time"

"No matter the year—"
("—hip-hop and rap, yeah—")
"—no matter the place—"
("—hip-hop and rap, yeah—")
"—no matter the time"
("—hip-hop and rap, yeah, that—"
"—that—"
"—that—"
"—that's where my heart's at")

[Verse 1: Mattic + Madwreck + sample]
Folk rock? Shit, the beats, the rhymes is it
Johnny, how we gonna start this topic off?
Start it with the hip-hop
From the beginning, when it was real
When it had substance
With your heart you could feel it
Be ill with shit
Fuck shakin' asses
Belts you need to fasten when riding with Everlast
Or Eveready
From day one, I rock steady like a backspin
Pumping tracks for satisfaction
Last-gaspin' there
Ya'll done fell asleep
I remember people pumpin' up [?] in their Jeeps
Headphones on the school bus, every day
Screamin', ("Fuck the police!"), by N.W.A
E.S.T., M.A.T., hold the mic like he
Extra B may source bringing atoms indeed
Apocalypse '91—Public Enemy
Before I shut 'em down, Chuck D, what's the remedy?