pLet's take it back to the seventiesppWhen Rap was born and made emcees.pp ppBut before they could even bless the MicppIt would be the DJ that rocked the nightpp ppFrom emthe Messageem that rained down from emSugar HillemppTo the beat from emchicem that spun the wheelpp ppWhen the Godfather Ms. Summer ruled the dance floorsppIt would be a mighty emBlowem from Harlem to break down the doorspp ppSimilar to the Chuck Taylor's that graced the leagueppThose fresh adidas, name belts, cazels Lees would emRUNem our emceespp ppPuma windbreakers, box tops and boom boxesppBroke windmills, head spins and pop lockerspp ppemPaper Thinem emcees got ripped like nickel bagsppLooking up into the emLyteem, defeated Cramming to Understandpp ppB-Boys gathered for blocks blocksppBreakdancin' and freestylin' as emMy Radioem jammed the boom boxpp ppToo many got laid down in the WestppToo many hot bullets pierced too many black heartspp ppYet one bold young brother, kept on screamin'ppLife is emToo Shortem