Intro:



Word up! Y'knowhutI'msayin?

I gotta globe in the world in the mail today

NahI'msayin? Heh word up!

Uhh kid told me "Yo the world is yours kid put it in ya pocket"

Nahmean?

Make a brother feel good word up!

Brother feel energised

I wanna dedicate this one to the game that put me on the map

Y'nahI'msayin?



I know you love it the game is so irresistable to touch

You should see me when fienin for microphones that I can clutch

Droppin bombs, combinin the club attracts

like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback

There's no question the suggestion was made

The foundation was laid when the Furious played

Grandmaster Flash slayed the competition that was wishin

they could serve the technician with the number one position

Uhh, the real deal, Fearless Four scored

Bambataa was hotter, Spoony was givin em nutta

An' I was all up in my headzone, melody and all

Cosign and The Movement sayin "Yes, yes y'all"

It's just the love affair that never ended

I recommended that I take microphones and blow em up, ain't that splendid

This one goes out to all the hip-hop do-or-diers

A song is dedicated to the music I admire



Chorus:



Whenever and ever

We want you, I need you (I need hip-hop)

Whenever and ever

We want you, do you feel the same way too? (I need hip-hop)



Kane's era was terror, he warmed it up

Parrish and Erick cat lyrics that'll make ya turn it up

And I was in the cut, chillin in my drop-top Benz

with friends, loungin with my mens, laughin 'bout all the ends

that I spends, making snaps, pumping Kool G Rap and Biz

Dapper Don, Dookie wrotes I'm about to show what time it is

At the rooftop, I was with Doug E.Fresh and Slick Rick

'La Di Da Di, Who likes to party?' was the fat shit

I mean I saw this hip-hop thing on every level

Chuck D, PE, yes the rhythm and the rebel

I can reminisce the black fist, Uzi, Terminators

Terror doom techniques that terrorise the lighter shade

It's all about the game that we play everyday

Eric B & Rakim flow to such a diff'rent way

I'm lovin hip-hop cos it help brothers escape

Let's celebrate our music people before it's too late



Chorus



Survival Of The Fittest-Mobb Deep, and Lost Boyz

Lickin shots got the game hot

They even flipped on 2PAC

Snoop Doggy Dogg put the West Coast in gear

Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy E's in here

I wanna tell the world they just don't understand

My man Nas Escobar, Wu-Tang Clan

Keith Murray to the Redman, down south Da Brat

My people are you with me where you at?...ya peep that?

I'm on a mission to rejuvenate the funk

Bring the game back and give the do-or-diers what they want

When you hear Craig Mack, Notorious B.I.G.

Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me

Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'

A fleet of battleships floatin in diff'rent categories

My love affair with hip-hop'll never fade away

Sincerely yours, LL Cool J



Chorus to fade



Outro: (over chorus)



Yeah, ain't no doubt about it kid, knowI'msayin?

Hip-hop's the game, helped a lot of brothers escape

Take it to another level, knowI'msayin?

It's our music, we own this music, knowhutI'msayin?

Word life! I wanna give a couple of shoutouts here, knowhutI'msayin?

First of all, I wanna thank my man Baby Chris, y'nahmean?

Helped me put this Mr. Smith...Mr.Smith album together

make it hot, knowI'msayin?

Thank the Trackmasters-*?Pope Tone?*, Steve Stout

we definitely turning this joint out, y'nahmean

Word bond! Hip-hop for life, kid!

Yeah