(talking)
Yeah
El cla**ico
For that a**
J Biz
Ras Beats
Somebody said Queens in the house
Eastwick, Ozone
Shout out my n***a Skinny Sand
Yo
Check
[Verse 1]
As I rummage through my shoebox
Reminiscing on colored Levi's and tube socks
Skinny n***a holdin a boombox
Bumping that Return Of The Boom Bap
And Midnight Marauders
Had me flippin in my Starter cap
Cause sh** is real as Joe's first tape
With Diamond D, Diggin In The Crates
Back when mixtapes was really mixtapes
50 emcees, that Tony Touch sh**
Doo Wop and Clue dropped much sh**
And every rapper popped much sh**
But nobody got popped
Before the CIA k**ed Pac
I used to wanna be the next Chi Ali
And a Shyheim
Chasing that American ghetto dream
Manifesting a ghetto scheme
Rockin mics as a teen
I'm up in every cypher doing my thing
We used to stand in a circle and rock
And scurry home after 3 o'clock
Just to watch video music box
And now a day, it's like it's not, the same
n***as don't know the art, but know the game
Eatin off they label names, they lame
And f** who's producing the beat
Before the boardroom we met in the street
With no beef, and no heat
Word up
(talking)
Somebody bring real hip-hop back man
I miss that sh**
Know what I'm sayin?
Last of a dying breed