(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