A B-Boy's Alpha

My mother said, "You sucked my pussy when you came out"
 "Don't ever talk back, I handed your life and I'll snatch it back"
 I'm just a latch key kid with a snotty nose
 High school drop out, space I'm around need whiteout
 And I ain't dealin' with no minimum wage
 I'd rather construct rhymes on a minimum page
 Cynical ways, cats sin for nickels these days
 Pulling the chrome out and you actin' like pullin' the chrome out
 Hated the sound of grandma's cryin' the crooked letter
 You could hear it from the ground or when the sky thunders
 Made you wonder bout early Sunday morning
 Relatives dressed in black and they all mourning
 Flows be bangin' in the paint, throwin' elbows
 My first fight was me against five boroughs
 I lost my first witch but remembered every detail of my first kiss
 That's that Bronx Tale bliss, the holiest of holies
 Hip hop, it was '88, even at the age of 10, phrases levitate
 Drinkin' Lil' Hug quarter waters
 Dodgin' stray slugs on the corner in that exact order
 While you playin', death is what happens
 I found the passion in aerosol cans and hands clappin'
 Backspins, microphones and cats rappin'
 Linoleum and up rockers, the show shockers
 Who rip Lee patches off of imposters
 You ain't the Real McCoy, you a wind up toy
 And it's gonna cost ya and that's my B-Boy Alpha
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 Straight outta the depths of hell, reflect the sect
 And inhale the Buddah wisdom
 Envision and added inscriptions of a mega spiritualism
 Paint a picture from the spiritual and seriously spit a lyric
 That'll rip through a phsyical ligament
 Trigger livin' in these city limits
 Limited with no money, goin' through crazy minutes
 Crazy thinkin' of back in the days when blazin' a lazy written
 Before we was swallowin' duces, poppin' with gooses
 And rockin' the bubble gooses, trouble lose kid, puffin' a lucci
 Hoppin' off Huffy, stealin' Marvel comics and water uzis
 All of us canoeing through sewers with juvenile manuevers
 Caught up in nooses from borders with troubleshooters
 On corners where coppers'll hop outta Dunkin' Donuts
 Poppin' they gun and shoot us, for more of us aware of
 Thinkin' Rudy Guili don't give a fuck about a moule
 Got me woozy, sippin' Kaluha's loosin' my noodles
 Screwed up in the two triple losers
 Sprayin' it live, B-Boy grafitti Alpha
 Out of rap-palooza, looza, looza, yeah