Boku Revolution X - Bronx (feat. Jo D. Jonz)

B R O N X
If you check my root
We deliver like FedEx
And if you think you can sick
You can call me the Medic
Jo Dok
Here to make your head bop
What you call this
Hip Hop Hip Hop Hip Hop Hip Hop
Let's break it down to the elements and compounds
Cuz it's aint been back in the Boogie Down in a while now
How now Brown Cow
Native New Yorker
Fort Apache the Bronx
Talk shit you get stomped
Hip Hop
Where it started at
Hip Hop
Where it parted at
Hip Hop
You like a runaway slave on drugs
Like a fake ass thug
Cause you miss the rub
It wasn't about them guns
It was about the love
B R O N X
If you check my root
We deliver like FedEx
And if you think you can sick
You can call me the Medic
Jo Dok
Here to make your head bop
What you call this
Hip Hop Hip Hop Hip Hop Hip Hop
Peace to the brother
Better yet the Godfather
If there was no Herc
There would be no Carters
Yeah nigaz steady slippin
Yeah you better work harder
Im a Martyr
Don't care if you a starter
Or trying to ball
If I recall
It's about the party yah
Fifteen Twenty Sedgwick roots of Hip Hop
Dancehall
Break Beats
Merry Go Round
Up and down
Streets and Halls
Herc you a beast man
You started it all
B R O N X
If you check my root
We deliver like FedEx
And if you think you can sick
You can call me the Medic
Jo Dok
Here to make your head bop
What you call this
Hip Hop Hip Hop Hip Hop Hip Hop
Shit was hot
Streets was rock
Nervous to hear that needle pop
And when it dropped
It felt like you been shot
But nobody call the cops
It was our spot
Our blood knot
Our hood
Our block
Our food
Our pot
Our time to rock
Feel free to be
Who ever you want to be
I am I be I am I be
Hip Hop Hip Hop Hip Hop Hip Hop
Hip Hop Hip Hop Hip Hop Hip Hop
B R O N X
If you check my root
We deliver like FedEx
And if you think you can sick
You can call me the Medic
Jo Dok
Here to make your head bop
What you call this
Hip Hop Hip Hop Hip Hop Hip Hop

Written by:
Joseph Jones

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