[Verse 1: Jay Love]
Once upon a time, not too long ago
It was Run DMC and Kurtis Blow
It was all fun to me, the way their words would flow
And now these are the breaks, that we learned to know
So, I was in 3rd grade, back in the day
When the girls used to call me Jam Master Jay
I still can't believe the homey pa**ed away
And now Runs House a show, and a household name
It was all innocent, until they brought the business in
And beef turned to people getting bucked like some venison
They chomped Big and PAC alive, reaped all the benefits
Hip Hop homicide, you can see what they left us with
These lame rappers got the game backwards
Tryna be a G, like the Greenbay Packers
B grade actors, your cheese ain't factor
Into the qualities, we rate our emcee's after
[Hook: Jay Love]
(Today)
It's a little different than I'm used to
Things changed since KRS and The Juice Crew
(Today)
Ain't the same as it was when we rocked the bells
It all changed since the day they shot Big L
(Today)
It's a little different than I'm used to
Things changed since KRS and The Juice Crew
(Today)
Ain't the same as it was when we rocked the bells
It all changed since the day they shot Big L
[Verse 2: Jay Love]
I remember when Brenda had a baby
And Common used to love her way before she got Shady
Slow down, Brand Nubian was crazy
Whose world is this, I'm feeling it like Jay-Z
Maybe I can't knock the hustle, props to Russell
I need a beat, it's tricky, lots to juggle
So no sleep till Brooklyn, we on the double
I know I gotcha open Buckshot is trouble
So Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka
This is for the whole Duck Down and ya don't stop
This is for the days of Transformers and Gobots
When Rakim was moving the crowd they would go nuts
This is for the clan that taught me to protect my neck
Inspectah Deck, the RZA, and the rest connect
Red & Meth, taught us How High was best to get
We took hits from the bong but nevertheless
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[Verse 3: Jay Love]
This is history, forget what's in the making
Here we go yo, The scenario is changing
Back in the day when, we had to hit the pavement
The only online, was online to make a payment
For my favorite tape, as they take it out the plastic case
Place it in a plastic bag, unwrap the plastic wrap encased
Play it in my boombox, raise it and blast the ba**
Pop it on my shoulders, start bopping to Masta Ace
These are the days when Onyx made it slam
And Dre dropped the chronic like the cops stopped his Lamb
f** The Police, Let Me Ride was my jam
Code of the streets, get the dough in advance
Go over to Queens, the Mobb Deep and the Tribes large
If hip hop is dead, must've been an inside job
Peter Phillips is downloaded to my iPod
When they reminisce over you, my God
[Hook]