Square One - Nuttin' Changed lyrics

[Part I] This is the greatest sob story ever told for the old and young Hold them tongues of epics our souls have sung As cold as sun, harbour the rare gold in slums Unfolding guns whenever we've rolled on drums From Wildstyle, Beatstreet and Krushgroove Where writers would cut moods on walls with something smooth B-Boys would bust moves, bumrush fools Fifty deep in the club, hollering Lashmoove The Scoops & Scraps, Chuck D would shoot the facts Griff would lose the track, sling bad news on wax! Loop the sax dreams to boost fhe plaques Lgnore ruthless slacks, tell me now who's the mack? I used tu be real abstract ... What happened to Mike Bivins or Ill All Skratch? lt's real … [Chorus] Have you forgotten where you came from Have you forgotten you've lived and got your Name from why don't you say out loud: f** Square One! We know the routine ain't nothing' changed son ... Have you forgotten where you came from Have you forgotten that we almost had the game won Why don't you say out loud: f** Square One! We know the routine ain't nothing' changed son ... [Part II] We went from skid-rows to tinted windows Cruising in six-o's on tour hit roads Whereever the wind blows to many zip-codes Get head in discos, that's how the sh** goes ... Money? Fistful, use mics as dil*os Surrounded by nymphos, lay back sip moe Ain't got infos, f** it them kids know: They want pistols, flicks with pitbulls! The culture's trife they want sights of rolling dice Dykes and Dolemites, fighting poltergeists … A soldier's life, tighten souls on ice Strike to alter heights with likes of Holy Christ ... We're living in an odd scary world ... I miss them days of Sizzer with jheri curls. lt's real … [Chorus] Have you forgotten where you came from Have you forgotten you've lived and got your Name from why don't you say out loud: f** Square One! We know the routine ain't nothing' changed son ... Have you forgotten where you came from Have you forgotten that we almost had the game won Why don't you say out loud: f** Square One! We know the routine ain't nothing' changed son ... [Part III] I used to chase mini-skirts in bu*toned down suits Now they've seen my video and all of a sudden l'm cute! Hustle & Shoot, girls came mobbing in groups BK's and Troops, us Timberland boots We would spot paid b**hes, f** jade b**hes We laid b**hes and we did trade b**hes Had a little juice so we really made b**hes My renegade b**hes threw grenades at snitches ... Weed anll hash, rival crews would feel the wrath Known to squeeze the cash, cutting MCs in halves Beat the math, think of streets we've pa**ed Lying how we did g**n freaks in their a** Hoodied down, cracking a forty ounce Now we k** the type of sh** I can't even pronounce! Lt's real ... [Chorus] Have you forgotten where you came from Have you forgotten you've lived and got your Name from why don't you say out loud: f** Square One! We know the routine ain't nothing' changed son ... Have you forgotten where you came from Have you forgotten that we almost had the game won Why don't you say out loud: f** Square One! We know the routine ain't nothing' changed son ...