Lyrics
I’ve seen a lotta change in this game,
Date back to the days of the Kane with the grace of the game,
Amazing in ways, how the hey’s of the days could be made into days of a chain,
Now I say to the game of the art that I listen to,
Runaway little game, man this isn’t you,
I remember the days, way back,
A little ass kid bumping tracks from the Boombap,
Who’s that?, saying fuck A&R reps,
The only one I listened to was KRS,
I didn’t need all this weed to get nutty,
Cuz the De La jig was getting me buddy,
Funny, now it’s all about the money,
Nappy hair out didn’t need no skully,
Gully, grimey, deck on the shoulder,
Wasn’t all about “mother fucker I’m a soldierE
Fuck that, rap, enough chit-chat,
If I need to hear that I would loop your five interludes,
Dudes would stop interviews, box and drop science,
So hot non-stop the start would spark riots,
See they use to battle, not about the “I winsE
And the only presidents were B. and Rakim,
This scene that I’m in, covered in the splutter of graff,
Words swerve curves, all over the tracks,
Cuz a bomb was an answer on the side of a train,
And the dope wasn’t smoked, it was splattered on page,
Graduated from the class and school of Kool Herc,
Smirked with spray paint, ready to do work,
New rap dudes got no clue, man damn it’s ridiculous,
I vow to never lose these fumes up on my fingertips,
It’s the smell of the aerosol and all the cipher circles,
And the values from music that I use so universal,
Huh, hiphop passed with a hole in a chest,
Now the duty’s upon me to make a whole from what’s left,
See I never ever thought that hiphop would be gone,
But I’m sitting living life reminiscing with this song,
We live underground with you, in a society,
Keep you in our memories for everything we try to be,
So flip my hood up, and bounce to rhythm,
Give a turn table a scratch and bob to the wisdom,
So I try to keep the spirit alive to five elements,
Ignore all hesitance, rhymes as my evidence,
I’m sitting on this train, in vein covered in headphones,
Eyes in the path of this train, hoping I head home,
These fake new kats pushed you straight into suicide,
They killed the fuckin culture, but for some reason stayed alive,
Beatbox with the crew and get down to hum to you,
Peace to hip-hop, one, I once knew youE
