Masta k**a - Things Just Ain't The Same lyrics

[Grace Jones "The Hunter Gets Captured By The Game" sample] What's this whole world, coming to Things just ain't the same... [Masta k**a] Leather gooses, sheep skin coats and bombers British walkers, shark skin tailor made Playboys black suede, three finger rings Name plate, rope chains, BVD nylon Gazelle frames, matching with the Kangol hat You couldn't have that, brothers might snatch that Flashback, 190e, with the mock neck Lee suits, 25, n***a, we shoot Fresh blue and white Puma or the track night Shelltoe Adidas with the fatter, no laces Late night, summer time jam, we in the park DJ cutting, MC spitting his dart A Sergio Tacchini brown suede ballet Jay cross town to Delancey, j** the j** now Fresh leather winter weather, maxima spoiler kit Legendary deuce flicks, Slick Rick Run-DMC, Jam Master Jay, hah Wu-Tang Clan, Scott LaRock, KRS-One Damn, brothers like Pun, hah I had a Jaz-O tape, me and my crew, hah Walk the avenue, sky was blue, half past two Used to Cold Crush, M-O Dee, Treacherous Three Spoonie Gee, Busy 'k**a' Bee Crack never kept him high longer than five minute Wallabee Clarks of course, silk and linen Jumbos two for five, come and get it Mama cried, tears of fear, when I was wilding Saying 'please don't wear that, people getting k**ed for that' Latin Quarter, Union Square, you had to be there The Fever, MC Global Ripping the armory, this is hip hop to me [Hook: Masta k**a] A few years ago, a friend of mine He had to go away and do some time Before I kick this rhyme that I'm about to say I got a letter he wrote, and it went this way [Masta k**a] Yo, let's shoot the fair one, take it to the back of the building A Train to the Junction where the Gods is building Valor Fila suit, fresh from Simon's Can*l Street j**elry, door knocker earrings Leather skirt, Louis Vitton, Yves Saint Laurent Polo goose weather, Benetton, Audi or the rag top Jetta Lumberjack, mink Jew hat, suede front sweater, quarter filled leathers Triple beams used to measure, waves to the side Three sixty round the back, before the flat top Stone love cla**ics, silver hawk athlete Live at the Biltmore, my flow cocoa libio You can never catch my super rhyme Kurtis flow I fifty two head to toe, crazy hummer side Tomahawk, streets I walk, Hardy Boy s** boys take money Rikers Isle, nobody smiling, jolly stompers Sing Sing Spotford, TNT NARCs, they rush and try to knock us Halloween masked up, buck fifty stitch cut Lands of the kings and Tuts, peace Sauron Latif, little Shareef, brother AD High school cutting out to Coney Island Beach I prepared this lesson, and read directions