Aloe Blacc - A Dedication lyrics

This is dedicated to the number one thing in my life

So close to me that you could call it my wife

It’s dedicated to the one that I wake with and sleep with

Every morning I get up and I brush my teeth with

Even when I’m watching the thundercats and heathcliff

Eating my rice crispies in the living room seat with

Battle with and when it’s time to split blaze a saddle with,

If we was out in the midwest I’d tip cattle with

The one I sip tea with and used to climb trees with

Dedicated to the one I fell out of them trees with

One love to the thing that kept me most out of trouble

Invested time and effort and it paid back double

I dedicate this to the culture and people and the music

The b-boys, the b-girls, graffiti and the movement

Dedicated to the old school it just don’t stop

This is a dedication to hip hop

When I was just a snot nose youngin runnin around

They called me little rock, the dopest little b-boy in town

We had a crew we used to be putting linolium down

We battle for beef but always leave the street with a pound

Taking the crown for the fame and representing the name

Late night meet at the tracks to rock the Santa Fe train

Pull out your sketch or freestyle it if you think you got game

Find a spot to claim or cap a sucka toy if it’s lame

Don’t even wait for it to dry just take a flick and be out quick

Make it to Unity before the line gets too thick

Back in the day it used to be a Lincoln just to get in

Nowadays you lucky if less then ten

Meet my boys on the inside greet them with hip hop salutations

Made up of hand shake combinations

Looking for the spot where the circle is formulating

The true essence a symbol of the hip hop nation.

I don’t know what life would be like without hip hop

Without the kick and the snare with out the pop lock

Without the chirp and the flare without the up rock

Without the fist pump and head bop when dope beats drop

I don’t know what I would do without a microphone

Without the underground spots and feedback tones

Without the bus without my walkman and my headphones

Without the different crews that be representing in every zone

I don’t know what I would be without the culture

Without graffiti scribbled on desks, books, and folders

Without the stickers and t-shirts and posters

Without the battle between east and west coasters

I don’t know where we would be without the beat box

Without the Yes yall, and you don’t stop

Without the way we dress and walk, the way we talk

I don’t know what life would be like without hip hop