[Verse One: Chaundon]
Good morning class I'm your brand new teacher
KRS is on vac, now I'm the speaker
Settle down, take your seats
Take your pencils out
And write down what hip hop is all about
The cornerstone, the foundation is DJing
Cold rockin' parties, record skip, keep playin'
The B-Boy, emulating musical moves
Didn't learn from school havin' the crowd go "oooh"
Poetry in motion
Bombin' every train
The writings on the wall, New York City is who they name
The graf writers
With a couple of spray cans
Had eight million critics and fans sayin' "Damn"
And then came the MC
He had to move the crowd
Flawless flow, no mistakes allowed
Every line was original
Biting was a sin
If you was wack, you was wack, that's the law, no debatin'

[Hook]
You now in tune to the hip hop doctrine
For all of y'all to keep the Boondocks locked in
Chaundon, Asheru and Dub Floyd
Mixtapes new nightmare, holla at ya boy
You now in tune to the hip hop doctrine
Season 2 is here so keep watchin'
Chaundon, Asheru and Dub Floyd
Mixtapes new nightmare, holla at ya boy
[Verse Two: Asheru]
Growin' up in NC
Hip hop came in smaller doses
AM radio, me and two of my closest
Cousins, buzzin' like bees and volunteering
On Saturday night with Conan The Barbarian
Sony double decker where we made pause tapes
Cuttin' up Ice-T 'Power', Kurtis Blow's 'The Breaks'
And thought we was really doin' it
Even to this day
I think about how much better we was than these n***as; blowin' it
I knew so many rhymes I was a walkin' jukebox
Nice with a beatbox, D's inside my boombox
N.W.A., P.E. and Salt N Pepa
Watch Breakin', Crush Groove, even Tougher Than Leather
Not to be all nostalgic, even though I miss it
But this younger generation just completely missed it
Now it's, shame on me if I hold it over their heads
So I spit shit over their head to you instead

[Hook]