[Chubb Rock]
Yo, keep in the street let the groove stay rough
Rougher than rough, ignorance is enough
on the media tip, so that the read must grip

on reality, don't let 'em gas up your mentality
This style started from the essence
Not the magazine, Maybeline Cold Cream Afro-Sheen tip
Comin deep into the soul cause I mean it
Disciples of pop want to redeem it - nope
I don't know why, why is that
why must I, chase the cat?
Nothin but the dog, in me
Continue you just gonna, fall in the
midst of a hip-hop blitz with a trip
back to the batter to the Gladys of the Pi-dup
Watch me ri-dup, all
type of TV screens movie type scenes
Just like blues, hip-hop paid dues
Dues can be recouped if you act souped
Makin pop beats, so keep it street

[Chubb Rock]
Block party, nineteen-eighty-one
People havin fun, no one with a gun
No ducats, you pay nothin at the gate
You escape to the sounds of a Cold Crush tape
In your back pocket, rap is always clocked then
jump on the Realistic mic then rock it
No clock don't stop until mother nature says
No conflict between usual knuckleheads
That didn't affect the morale of the crowd
Just those kids pumped the set up loud
Nowadays, our appearance is a big part of it
Everybody wants a Mr. T starter kit
Hip-Hop has always been you have a beef
with another man step to him, and throw ya hands
Come back and dance to the rhythm
of a James Brown beat - and keep it street