Aloe Blacc - A Dedication

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