Time once had it, Block Party meant.... Block Partying...
DJs in the street, Uprock sparring, Ya
Rock to Heartbeat & Soul, Can't be controlled,
Roll in the Park, tap a Telegraph Pole!
Herc began the search, for the "Perfect Beat"
whole world span at exactly 33
& a 3rd degree, first Bboys born...
spinin with friction to burn ya feet,
Emcees, spit the word of the street,
sure peeps are poor but, this type of style dirt cheap,
in fact, speech is free, so on the corner,
at least the food for thoughts, all you can eat,
Talk to the Beatbox, Break to the Boombox,
Save for Reeboks, Paint the Boondocks,
Aussie kid, learn how Great the Movement was,
Fuck Phrase son... "KRS ONE",
Fuck ya little rhyme scheme, we raise the Roof Off,
"Knowledge Reigns Supreme, Over Nearly Everyone"