[Intro: YogaFlame as Hook plays in background]
Ay yo, yo, this is YogaFlame radio!
I been gettin' mad request for this new jawnt
By this hot MC on the come up, by the name of E.L.P.J
So everybody that's in ya cars, ya Lexus, ya Benz
Ya Mercedes, or whatever ya in
Turn this jawnt up so loud that the cars next to you can hear it
And just cruise...
I'mma be acceptin' calls from listeners in a minute
Ya know, tell me what you think about this song
This jawnt is gon' take you back to the Golden Era
Eighties, nineties or something, word is bond
I mean... check it out
[Verse 1: E.L.P.J.]
It took 21 plays to start writin' on this page
I be in a daze for days, my mind in a maze
Thinkin' of ways I can raise what I gotta say
Zoned look on my face, you would think I was smokin' purple haze
Can't be fazed in the state of feelin' blazed, if the phrase
"burn the incense" illustrates its fullest arrays
My mind strays from the praise, craze, and delays
Of consciousness, it lays beneath my beret
Brothers always wanna fray, I'm peaceful like Freyr
But don't think I can't sway and slay emcees
And bake 'em into rappin' soufflé, olé
Lemme convey the decay of the cliché
And spread like hairspray
Get a cut from J at the Barbershop
Fresh off the top
Hop out whips and whip cyphers
Goin' fresh off the top
Killin' verses, ill in service
Bring the truth to the surface
Tell me if I'm destined or not...
[Radio break: YogaFlame & callers #1 & #2 as Hook plays in background]
YogaFlame:
First caller, Wassup?!
Caller #1:
Ay, wassup man?
YogaFlame:
Yo, what you think about the track mane?
Caller #1:
Yo don't this joint remind of them days where you'd be
Chillin' with your people, under the gazebo, smokin' ya weed
Rollin' ya dice? Man, this joint is dope!
YogaFlame:
Yessir! Yessir! Caller #2, what it do?!
Caller #2:
Yo, this E-Dub, the Hip Hop Old-head!
I'm lovin' that E.L.P.J. jawn!
YogaFlame:
Word is bond! Let's get back to the jawn!
[Verse 2: E.L.P.J.]
To my Pops, E-Dub, God bless ya life
To my peoples that show me love, God bless ya life
I swear this Hip Hop thing is the love of my life
So I'mma make sure that I take care of her right
So let's bury the hype
Like a berry it'll get ripe, and when the time's right
Hip Hop will have a righteous zeitgeist
Like back in the day, before the deals and airplay
It was park jams with rare play, and battles in the stairway
I wanna chill on Sugar Hill, with a quill and keep it real
Put it on like Corleone cause I'm licensed to ill
I'm raisin' hell like Run DMC, it's not my fault they favor me
But Rap was yellin', "Vacancy!"
You know my steez, so why would you try to test me
Be at ease, cause E's rhymes turnin' MCs to debris
Yeah G, I'm keepin' it true, cause the Roots crew said
"Never do what they do..."
[Hook: E.L.P.J.]
Ain't no half-steppin' with this
It's strictly business
Rappers ridin' 'round in Range Rovers wastin' fuel
Follow the leader 'cross the bridge 'til it's over and we're paid in full
I mean you'll
Understand the message, I guess it, ain't hard to tell
Walkin' 'round in my Adidas 'til my feet swell
The history is something that you must learn
It's the return...
[Verse 3: E.L.P.J.]
One many army, can't nothin' harm me
Nothin' alarms me, I stay calm G
Layin' in palm trees
Who's the kid causing all the buzz
I appeared on the scene suddenly like peach fuzz
Hip Hop fiends will seek us, as we creep up
And shank the industry's weak butt
Lookin' for the next beat to rhyme with
'til I find it I'mma recline and
Stay vibin' to Criminal Minded...
[Hook]
[Radio outro: YogaFlame as Hook plays in background]
God dang! Y'all must really be lovin' this jawnt!
We got phones ringin' off the hooks for this one y'all!
Ay, I think we may have a hit on our hands
I got like, I got like, eight workers in the back
Answerin' phones, and they got people talkin'
About playin' this jawnt all day
So I think we will! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
