 Hip-hop was our religion Stevie's vision of ribbons in the sky It's the good life we was livin' in the shop Seemed too goy to dove, he begin to fly Told him Paz and Maze, they lot will never die Me and Yasin was holdin' rappers at bay One, two, check it, like back in the day That's when Dr. Angelo told me I should sing A K's birth with grave words for higher things I got wings