”When we’re talking ’bout the..”
”The promoe massodiacs sign be the tourists”
”Let me tell you what it’s all about”
”Since the year nineteen seventy six
The twenty eight of April I’ve been in the mix”

[Verse 1]
At nine years old, I started out hard
Got caught for stealing pens and tagging in the schoolyard
I’ll school y’all, shorties all about my fleet
In the same year did my first piece at red peace
With Chris, we got busy in his country house
The year ’86 with hiphop I was hypnotized
Eyes and ears on Doug E. Fresh and Biz Mark
We copied the graffiti stickers from Denmark
And subway yard, my love for hiphop you couldn’t stop it
Looked up to crime brothers and median puppet
I dug it, plugged it in, the cassette
Afrika Bambaataa, Run DMC, Ultra Magnet-tix
I kick some rhymes at a school party
Together with Chris, that’s how we started
We parted, but we still friends, I see him now and then
He’s one of the reasons why i picked up the pen

[Chorus]
”The promoe massodiacs sign be the tourists”
”Let me tell you what it’s all about”
”Since the year nineteen seventy six
The twenty eight of april i’ve been in the mix”
”The promoe massodiacs sign be the tourists”
”Let me tell you what it’s all about”
”Since the year nineteen seventy six”
”When we’re talking ’bout the..”
”Promoe, Promoe…”

[Verse 2]
Nineteen eighty nine’s the number
Another summer (god damn) sound of the funky spraycan
Me and my four man clan, did some pieces
From some cops we ran
Can it be that it was all so simple then
Now in ’96 it’s so rough it makes you hesitant
My residence at the stamos westeroas
Which I still represent from head to toes
Met Embee in ’91, a year later Cosmic
We formed the LoopTroop, proceeded to rock it
Did our first live show against racism in a park
Came up with our first demo, we called it Superstars
Sold it to our friends and family, got some familiarity
And in the streets, we got some popularity
For charity and for free, we done most our shows
Yo check the last verse in the story of the Promoe

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Now in ’96 me and Cosmic moved down south
But with my loved ones I’ll keep in touch, no doubt
I got Embee and my whole family
And my girl up there I still love y’all I swear
And to my man out in stock town, toys better duck down
‘cuz you got that graff shit locked down
We shared apartment for like six months
Didn’t really work out, but you’re still my son
I met some new people, one dope rapper is Akem
He gets all them heads open without having to crack ‘em
And CYA don’t confuse with CIA, ‘cuz he’s not down with the law
But sometimes down on the floor
Spinning around, peace to second class sound
Spoonin take a poem forever getting down
I get around, get by and get over
Still represent hiphop when I get older