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 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