DJ Illegal - Goon Bap lyrics

[Reef The Lost Cauze] I was a 80's baby raised in the 90's I was barely touching 13 when sh** got grimy I had a ball-head army fatigue hoodie I thought i was Sticky Fingaz my fingers stayed in some p**y Timbs on my feet my cypher complete On a stolen Bmx looking for a cypher to eat In the staircases 40 bottles and dutch guts, guns everywhere Eyes burning from the dust blunts I walk with warriors, certified street fighters Sour Patch Kids in the corners playing street fighter No fathers around we let the streets guide us Lost so many brothers yeah you know the streets got us Thank god for Hip Hop for Kane, Big and Pac for Nas and Big L Last Emp lived up the block Black Thought made me believe i can make it 90's sh** this was my education [Sicknature] Hip-hop vinyl and cd stores tought me to put a needle on A record, and learn english When Garden of Eden gone, graffiti walls were in my headphones I wasn´t street involved, I was writing Or recording Yo! MTV Raps on my VCR It was my drug, a couple of kids in my crew Got d**h certificates from d**, while I listened to Cube When Black Moon told me to Enta Da Stage, I wasn´t waitin So studying Gangstarr was a Daily Operation Felt alive among walking cadavers, hip-hop was all that would matter Life was a b**h, but Nas was dropping Illmatic Kris Kross fan, backwards pants, tough on the bladder And 90´s beats were harder than Bob Dole poppin Viagra sh** would erupt, daily 12 inches were copped Rappers in the 90´s left it to Lewinsky to s** Real hip-hop will glow forever, pray that I will flow forever My religion is rap, thank God for the golden era