I was there, back when Melvin ran the 'Live on the Low.'
Lange Franz and Baas B, used to host the show.
Back when all the DJ's, sounded like Tony Touch.
Before Opgezwolle made it cool, to rhyme in Dutch.
Back when every MC, spit in English.
Before all the drama, and the E-Life diss.
Back when Cane dropped the song, 'you can't fool mine.'
Before Negativ would flip, and twist his rhymes.
I was here for all that, in a hoodie and skull cap.
Going from here to Meerkerk, and across the map.
Back when Hustlers 4 Life, was all O.G.s
My dogs Skillz, Colors, Zpitta and Popski.
I can't forget Roses, cuz the homie might notice.
Cool cat, that would knock your eyes out of focus.
I'm a veteran, I've witnessed it all.
Seen the rise of Kings, then watched their downfall.

CHORUS (2X)
Here's my Amsterdam Hip-Hop history.
Preserved in pen like ancient prophesy.
Shared with the world like philosophy.
Courtesy of the one and only Tyger V.

I was there when Bijlmer Style, was just a dream.
And Loyalty Records, used to run the scene.
Before 101barz, was the show to bless.
Back when Rojoch, would drink cans of eight point zes.
In back of the club, with a group of wild niggas.
Back when catz fought with fists, instead of triggers.
I existed, and if you weren't here, then you missed it.
The time of raw talent, and the lyrically gifted.
All of these new catz, with their bubble gum raps.
Claiming that they pimping hoes, and bustin gats.
Are artificial, I blow 'em apart like scud missiles.
Rip out their hearts, and chew their bone grizzle.
I speak the truth, and can't stand fabrication.
I rather hit the booth, and skip conversation.
Those days are gone, and we can't get them back.
So I bleed those memories, and preserve 'em on wax.

CHORUS (2X)
Here's my Amsterdam Hip-Hop history.
Preserved in pen like ancient prophesy.
Shared with the world like philosophy.
Courtesy of the one and only Tyger V.

One of the most unique, MC's you'll ever meet.
From Springfield projects, to Amsterdam streets.
Vinum been spittin heat, hotter than Earth's core.
Back when U.S. artists visit Fatbeats store.
I arrived on the scene in two thousand and one.
Smoked every different kind of weed under the sun.
Before the Euro arrived, the guilder was money.
With a few coins winos could fill their tummy
John owned La Canna, O-Dogg was security.
The Osdorp Posse was Dutch royalty.
Before Pitu Records, had a dope studio.
The booth was in the closet, at my man Slisco's.
Before The Box disappeared, an MTV was whack.
Before State Magazine, had Hip-Hop acts.
Tyger V's a whole different breed, of MC.
And I guarantee your favorite MC, knows me.

CHORUS (2X)
Here's my Amsterdam Hip-Hop history.
Preserved in pen like ancient prophesy.
Shared with the world like philosophy.
Courtesy of the one and only Tyger V.