Masta Ace - Twothousand40 lyrics

[Verse 1: Masta Ace] Yo it's a nice summer day man the weather warm I don't need my skully hat or my leather on I will not need my long john pants And there's not even a chance I'mma have to put a sweater on I hit the block and I take a deep inhale The warm breeze catch my shirt like a wind sail I make a left down Hinsdale Then I see my n***a Rob, man I thought that he was in jail He in the front yard puffin' on the blunt hard I stop a while and talk trash like a junk yard Then keep it moving like the wings on a hummingbird The whole day's ahead of me, I ain't trynna come in third I hit the subway waiting on the platform I see this old man in Sean John and Phat Farm He asks me if I like rap and I say, "Yeah" He takes the Yankee fitted hat off his grey hair Then he starts to spit the best verse I ever heard I'm amazed and I'm hangin' on his every word He goin' in though the train noise loud around People on they way to work start to crowd around We can't believe how this old man spittin' fire He was a hundred bars in and he didn't tire He kept going and he wasn't backin' away I heard somebody say they reckognized him from back in the day Word? [Hook: Samples from various artists] That cat was nice with his Bless with the lyrics Rap fantastic, Street corner soldier Showing and proving on a day to day basis Doin' his thing from the OG's on down to the youngs n***as are fascinated how the sh** begin [Verse 2: Masta Ace] When he finished up his verse, everybody clapped Except a couple kids, that's cause they probably rapped Against him, these kids wouldn't have lasted a round He held his Yankee hat out and he pa**ed it around I dropped a dollar in then I dropped a dollar more I said, "Yo old man your rap sk**s are kind of raw" He said I graduated high school in '84 And had a hundred verses back then, maybe more He said it'd been about thirty years plus Since he was on a bus goin' around doin' a crazy tour And then he reached into his grey velour And pulled out a CD that he had dropped way before I was born, he was on somebody steps sittin' Holdin' a pen and pad, looing like he'd just written A song, I said "You looked way younger then" He said "Yeah, that was a long hot summer then" [Hook] That cat was nice with his Bless with the lyrics Rap fantastic, Street corner soldier New and improvin' on a day to day basis Doin' his thing from the OG's on down to the youngs n***as are fascinated how the sh** begin