Fliptrix - Not Like Before lyrics

Not like before We're gonna tell a little story It's about me, about he, about we Not like before Yeah yeah, take me back, the owls -Leaf Dog- Man I only went to school to sell weed at lunch time Two gurners on a tub, mine crushed up fine Losing my mind, sniffing lines. No attendant sign Made the habit mine of any drug I could find All I knew about was crime until I dropped a few shrooms Made a few tunes, me and BVA coming real soon And then it dropped, and nobody listened Lost but not forgotten was the beggining of this mission I used to be living on the floor with Freddy T One of the reasons for the malnourished Leaf that you see He gave me the pc, I used to make the beats 'for this CD Got pa**ed the torch from Iz and Cool G Much repsect for that, and highfocus is the future See I've got your back, no shotty in my backpack! Got my queen, no need to chase rat, your behind While I slowly take over the map Wheres the owls at? ah! -Fliptrix- Many things have changed since the old school days Runnin' 'round on train tracks, sprayin up the trains Picking up an eighth bag to blaze it in a day Now I smoke a little less, but its indie kush haze Ill take you back for a lesson Way back to the Brixton ma**' open mic sessions Avarice spotted me, thought that I was reppin' Then we met a little later at the speakers road in mecka He took me to a studio in Queens Road Peckham Recorded force fed imagery it seemed that it was destined I ain't seen him in a couple years, but cuz hes still my bredrin Can't forget about the man who put you in for a second Like verb T, certified G the mic veteran. Runone Blessed me with beats from his collection Got mad nice on the decks at every damn event son who*es and cash, have your back, we rinse up the shows n' that Supported R.A the rugged-man. That was cla**ic fact Reminisce reminisce. Remember lacey shooz wit' kimo up in Brixton lab Then he moved it down to white chaple place. Was nang Late nights was rammed, man it went to plan Since then im high-focused on the prison fam Make music move units stay reppin' that Make music move units stay reppin' that -BVA MC- At school I never used to go and stay at home high That stoned in zone guy, the same and you know why Then college, I wasn't really concerned with that Mainly went to sell ten pound sacks, and chase rats Dropped out and went back, but I still wasn't focused Started rappin' on beats about how we be the brokest For lost but not forgotten then there was world war three Then the war ended and we still hadn't dropped the CD But now things are different cos kids still pump and listen To the CD that we give them three years ago on the mission Still leave the page written, hit the stage with our spitten Got a contract and learnt how to make our sh** thicker Cleared our own path like a snowplow Gained the know how on how to get exactly where we want And never go down, and now we're that storm on your horizon With more tracks laid down than a fifty year old who*e Thats still riding -Verb T- Yo it started back, when I heard Slick rick and doug e fresh I was eight used to play the vinyl when I dub ca**ettes I spent my teen years weeded out past high With gang-star Wu-Tang tribe and the pharcyde I can't lie, I was shy hittin open mics as a kid But the studio I was smashin it I had my first record out I was eighteen Touring with phi life cypher for that was like a day dream Shedded my innocence then started to grow wise Grow flow wise I hooked up with low-life Got some guidance and applied it, had confidence With kashmere and ghost toured the country and the continent But still I had to keep a nine to five to keep the bills paid And quit the weed just to try and keep my mind alive Sixteen bars is not enough time to write my entire life This is just one instalment Now im a proud father, grown responsible Learnt over years hate k**s love conquers all So I look to the future after steppin' back Make music move units stay reppin' that Make music move units stay reppin' that