(static buzzes) (transition clicks) - Hip hop, my love for it is historic.

It went from 12-inch cassettes, compact disc to downloading.

It's generational.

I've seen it change, but it's the same.

I remember every day coming home from school, Comal Place Elementary, they listen to the rap attack on WREP, AM radio.

HJ Ellison was a DJ.

See, my boombox was on record, butt pause, and off, but as soon as I got home, I turned it on, and it was on, unpause.

Yes, y'all.

Who's battling who?

What's the hot new song?

I sat in front of my radio like an altar, listening to God, with posters of deities on my wall, Chuck D, KRS-One, Big Daddy Kane, Rakim Allah, my Mount Rushmore.

Hip-hop, I had such a cold crush on you, making my heart go.

(Godchild beatboxes) Ah.

Now, I know what my tribe is called de la my soul.

I'm only love this.

See, we jungle brothers with our own native tongues, where this is where you at, not where you're from, and where I'm from is this dispensation in my streets, a sphere of activity, graph writers, B-boys, DJs, the MCs with word wizardry.

See, I went from just hearing it to actually seeing it on movies and TV.

I remember the first rap video I seen.

It was "Rock Box" by Run-DMC.

Then it was "MTV Raps" with Fab 5 Freddy.

Then it was Chris Thomas, The Mayor, "Rap City," BET.

I'm giving you history.

My people would battle with videotapes of the greats.

Pete Rock and CL Smooth, Chuck Rock, don't stop.

♪ My Life in the Sunshine ♪ With a black moon in a backdrop lick off a buckshot, but these Ralph Sampson pumas and fat laces got footprints on the sneak the pads and travels of rhythm.

Can I kick it?

Dumb question.

I am gonna kick it.

It's my prerogative.

I don't need your permission.

I shall continue and proceed to rock the mic without intermission.

I got that smack Manita Applebaum, her bully to this jingling baby intentions.

I got that I wanna rock right now.

Light is a rock, chief rocker 'til your head rocks back and forth in submission, slave to the rhythm.

I got that I let my tape rock 'til my tape pop, and I could fix it.

All I needed was a no.

2 pencil, some masking tape, and a screwdriver?

I'm MacGyver, a certified TDK technician.

I'm not just a fan, man.

I'm a participant, but just envision this little boy sitting in front of his radio tunnel vision, bobbing his head uncontrollably, like nothing else existed.

Because of hip-hop, it really didn't.