This is dedicated to the number one thing in my life
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So close to me that you could call it my wife
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It's dedicated to the one that I wake with and sleep with
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Every morning I get up and I brush my teeth with
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Even when I'm watching the thundercats and heathcliff
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Eating my rice crispies in the living room seat with
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Battle with and when it's time to split blaze a saddle with,
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If we was out in the midwest I'd tip cattle with
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The one I sip tea with and used to climb trees with
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Dedicated to the one I fell out of them trees with
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One love to the thing that kept me most out of trouble
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Invested time and effort and it paid back double
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I dedicate this to the culture and people and the music
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The b-boys, the b-girls, graffiti and the movement
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Dedicated to the old school it just don't stop
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This is a dedication to hip hop
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When I was just a snot nose youngin runnin around
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They called me little rock, the dopest little b-boy in town
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We had a crew we used to be putting linolium down
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We battle for beef but always leave the street with a pound
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Taking the crown for the fame and representing the name
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Late night meet at the tracks to rock the Santa Fe train
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Pull out your sketch or freestyle it if you think you got game
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Find a spot to claim or cap a sucka toy if it's lame
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Don't even wait for it to dry just take a flick and be out quick
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Make it to Unity before the line gets too thick
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Back in the day it used to be a Lincoln just to get in
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Nowadays you lucky if less then ten
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Meet my boys on the inside greet them with hip hop salutations
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Made up of hand shake combinations
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Looking for the spot where the circle is formulating
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The true essence a symbol of the hip hop nation.
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I don't know what life would be like without hip hop
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Without the kick and the snare with out the pop lock
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Without the chirp and the flare without the up rock
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Without the fist pump and head bop when dope beats drop
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I don't know what I would do without a microphone
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Without the underground spots and feedback tones
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Without the bus without my walkman and my headphones
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Without the different crews that be representing in every zone
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I don't know what I would be without the culture
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Without graffiti scribbled on desks, books, and folders
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Without the stickers and t-shirts and posters
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Without the battle between east and west coasters
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I don't know where we would be without the beat box
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Without the Yes yall, and you don't stop
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Without the way we dress and walk, the way we talk
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I don't know what life would be like without hip hop
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A Dedication
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Aloe Blacc |