The Avid Record Collector - Today (A Tribute) lyrics

[Verse 1: Jay Love] Once upon a time, not too long ago It was Run DMC and Kurtis Blow It was all fun to me, the way their words would flow And now these are the breaks, that we learned to know So, I was in 3rd grade, back in the day When the girls used to call me Jam Master Jay I still can't believe the homey pa**ed away And now Runs House a show, and a household name It was all innocent, until they brought the business in And beef turned to people getting bucked like some venison They chomped Big and PAC alive, reaped all the benefits Hip Hop homicide, you can see what they left us with These lame rappers got the game backwards Tryna be a G, like the Greenbay Packers B grade actors, your cheese ain't factor Into the qualities, we rate our emcee's after [Hook: Jay Love] (Today) It's a little different than I'm used to Things changed since KRS and The Juice Crew (Today) Ain't the same as it was when we rocked the bells It all changed since the day they shot Big L (Today) It's a little different than I'm used to Things changed since KRS and The Juice Crew (Today) Ain't the same as it was when we rocked the bells It all changed since the day they shot Big L [Verse 2: Jay Love] I remember when Brenda had a baby And Common used to love her way before she got Shady Slow down, Brand Nubian was crazy Whose world is this, I'm feeling it like Jay-Z Maybe I can't knock the hustle, props to Russell I need a beat, it's tricky, lots to juggle So no sleep till Brooklyn, we on the double I know I gotcha open Buckshot is trouble So Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka This is for the whole Duck Down and ya don't stop This is for the days of Transformers and Gobots When Rakim was moving the crowd they would go nuts This is for the clan that taught me to protect my neck Inspectah Deck, the RZA, and the rest connect Red & Meth, taught us How High was best to get We took hits from the bong but nevertheless [Hook] [Verse 3: Jay Love] This is history, forget what's in the making Here we go yo, The scenario is changing Back in the day when, we had to hit the pavement The only online, was online to make a payment For my favorite tape, as they take it out the plastic case Place it in a plastic bag, unwrap the plastic wrap encased Play it in my boombox, raise it and blast the ba** Pop it on my shoulders, start bopping to Masta Ace These are the days when Onyx made it slam And Dre dropped the chronic like the cops stopped his Lamb f** The Police, Let Me Ride was my jam Code of the streets, get the dough in advance Go over to Queens, the Mobb Deep and the Tribes large If hip hop is dead, must've been an inside job Peter Phillips is downloaded to my iPod When they reminisce over you, my God [Hook]