Verse I 

Drama on the streets…can never be the thrill of victory…always means defeats 
when everything is mad negative, gimme a sedative, it seems like I be rowing upstream, 
with just enough positive, to have a dream…Mad love fo’ kidz burstin’ at the seams 
Ay yo! "Can I live?" through effects of low self esteem.  Though primitive  
...are my conditions, I’m stayin’ strong and clean, …so I can pull weight like tugboats and blow steam. 

New York native, Master of Computers makin’ cream …and mad creative like the Fugees 
who sow seeds to build teams…ay yo my peeps are poe, what can I do? Open doors? Can I live to give ‘em more?  Emcees…with rhymes to flip, we’re comin’ through flowin’ smooth like a stream…with shows to rip, we remain on the positive tip Na mean? I fiend to see my peeps with self-esteem, clingin’ to happiness and singin’ with eyegleam, like back in the day when we used to scream: 

"Throw yo’ hands in the air…and wave ‘em like ya jus’ don’t care… 
 if you can feel the Pos Hop just ready to drop, lemme hear ya say "Oh Yeah!." 
Uh Uh 

Chorus: 

Can ya feel the Pos Hop about to drop?  feel the Pos Hop? We never gonna stop. 
feel the Pos Hop ready to drop? Represent all flavas of Hip Hop. 

Verse II 

Don’t wanna change like the ones who reign…promote same ol’ same 
Hip Hop so arcane, take originality outa the game and try to tell me how to rap?   
That’s insane…like a man without a brain who try to fly a plane. 
See… Y’all be trippin’ on the rhymes I’m flippin’ 
beats my brotha drops, mo’ than adequate ‘an I’m not fakin’ fool of myself makin’ 
the statement I be makin’ is mad groundbreakin.’  …tOObiz be like vintage wine, 
preserved fo’ a time to come back an’ blow yo’ mind in ’99  
‘an to drop a sign to those that don’t read between lines and when it’s  
nine-ty six degrees an’ no shade, I be askin’ God to show me the way… 
to get the power that frees, meets my needs, tames the lion an’ calms the seas 
feelin’ the breeze, trust me you be feelin’ that …clean and all that, 
feel the spirit yo and never give it back. C’mon… 
  

Chorus: 

Can ya feel the Pos Hop about to drop?  feel the Pos Hop? We never gonna stop. 
feel the Pos Hop ready to drop? Represent all flavas of Hip Hop. 
…feel the Pos Hop about to drop?  feel the Pos Hop? We never gonna stop. 
feel the Pos Hop ready to drop? Represent all flavas of Hip Hop. 

Verse III 

Halleluliah! Hip Hop hooray! Livin a betta way it’s a brand new day… 
5 o’clock in the mornin’ yawnin’ not feelin’ the maulin’ stabbin’ braulin’ 
got a taste can’t wait to see more, what I seen made me more curious 
than before, fighting twenty four seven with the devil, makes me furious 
cause yo, I’m feelin’ heaven and I’m spiritual minded, not reminded  
of the things I used to do in my B.C. days Yo, stop the craze  
I want higher ground to stand on so I can plan on livin’ long and strong 
like a marathon, enemies forgiven and the beefs are gone - it’s the break a dawn, 
a brand new day…goin’ church on Sunday so God can take away the pain, 
from the strain of yesterday…C’mon… 

Chorus: 

Can ya feel the Pos Hop about to drop?  feel the Pos Hop? We never gonna stop. 
feel the Pos Hop about to drop? Represent all flavas of Hip Hop. 

"Some say I’m kool, some say I preach a lot!" 

Music fades.