Dear Hip-Hop, in this lyrical salute we drop,
A tribute to the culture that made our hearts pop.
Fifty years strong, your rhythm and rhyme,
Shaped a world where legends stood the test of time.
From the South Bronx streets where it all began,
Kool Herc's jams had us moving to his master plan.
With Bambaataa's message of peace in the mix,
We embraced the culture, laid down our own tricks.
Run-D.M.C. and their fresh Adidas kicks,
Repping hip-hop fashion, setting trends and flicks.
Gold chains and Kangols, a style so slick,
Hip-hop's influence, it hit us so quick.
Graffiti artists with cans in hand,
Tagging subway cars across the land.
Their vibrant creations, a visual feast,
Sprayed messages of unity, never to cease.
The DJs, the backbone of our sound,
Mixing records, keeping the beats profound.
Grandmaster Flash and Jam Master Jay,
Their skills on the decks, they paved the way.
Breakdancers, spinning on cardboard floors,
Flipping and twisting, seeking applause.
Electric Boogaloo, Rock Steady Crew,
Their moves told stories, their dedication true.
In this hip-hop tapestry, we all play a part,
A culture that's deep, a work of art.
From Biggie's flow to Tupac's poetic voice,
Hip-hop's legacy, we continue to rejoice.
So here's to fifty years of rhythm and rhyme,
A culture that's timeless, a mountain we climb.
Hip-hop, you've shaped us, ignited our flame,
Forever in your debt, we'll keep repping your name.
Constantly bringing the flava, with love Tiasia.
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