Intro

This is dedicated to the next generation Of hip-hop revolutionaries. This game of Hip-hop Carried On an eastern wind, it hit these rocky shores And was embraced. Some dispelled it, Others cast aspersions, but floating on air currents It mutated, soaking up culture and environment. So widespread was the attack, from countryside to Cityside, people said it couldn't last. Absorbed and diluted by the pores of many an Influencing mass, it was starved and went Underground. Until recently when once again it has Resurfaced, stronger, prouder, With firmer and fresher footholds. The revelation will not be civilised, it will be Unruly, grimy, low down and raw. From one rocky shore to highland, lowland and moor, Grey estates from land's end to land's begin, The effect is felt, self-sufficient and hungry, Sure within itself and with a newfound confidence, It moves. Whoever's behind this is in the business of Recruiting assassins. Recruiting assassins. I think I got some of their entrance exams. If I'm right, I'm gonna enlist. Daddy's Legit