Statik Selektah - But You Don't Hear Me Tho lyrics

I've never told (ay man, the language brother) Motherf**er, this ain't back in the day Statik what up? LOX in this joint This ain't back in the day Yeah Mother--, mother-- Motherf**er, this ain't back in the day This ain't back in the day Back, back in the day But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though Bumping that Statik with the automatic on my hip Blue whip, Navy paper plane, no, I ain't a crip We used to have the hallway fired up, smoking reefer Yeah I went to school but KRS was the teacher (Boogie Down Productions) And Abel had to hustle hard to get fresh for easter Instead of celebrating Christ, I hit the noose twice And f**ed some lil' b**h on the steps I do reps with these new rappers, it's cool though The UFC, I'm still Judos They high right now, I'm like kudos But f** that Yo, I like that new money, sh** done changed on the block So I don't reminisce even though I love Pete Rock I give you bars, no microwave rap Take it down South, but it's gon' be my version of trap Dondon, the god, money is long I can't judge an artist off one song, but you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though This ain't back in the days If it was the n***as sound different and give you a pound different I don't hate the trap but give me that boom bap Yeah the 808 eating at the beats through the [?] Told the owner Sal, veggies [?] I used to freestyle for [?] for a bottle of [?] No MTA cards, hop and it turns out Catch the train on 'em Get your a** whooped you brought the pain home The days when you knocked on your man's door Yelled at the window so he could come outside Drink a 40 like weed and y'all go and knock the grams off Had to have hands or your sh** was getting ran, dawg [?] 45 [?] that was 10, yo Thank God for this rap sh**, clearly though Back in the days it was real, but you don't hear it though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though n***as 'cross town tryin' to bomb me, I had the certified on me 'Fore I knew it was foul, the [?] Caught you doing some bullsh**, they tell your mami When loser draw, gotta go out if a n***a try me When Jinny hooked up with Lionel, I had the Sugarhill vinyl Before crack hit, it was just winos Ride to [?] with no shooting When n***a's pops was hooping, heavy prostitution Pirate radio was viciously on deck Staying up late night with the tissue and the ca**ette Hip hop is everything I got Around this time, I was hooked on the King of Rock I just wanna rap, I'ma go give this thing a shot Looking back, I done never thought that this thing'll pop Nah, right now I'm proud to be a part of the family And you standing there just looking at me But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though Motherf**er, this ain't back in the day This ain't back in the day Mother--, mother-- Motherf**er, this ain't back in the day This ain't back in the day Back, back in the day But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though