KIDS

Used to hustle with porter rocks

Ragamuffins imported Glocks

Transporter of gram orders, Harlem was more than hot

Consisted of lesser exits, shorter stops

Plus it was a step up, got my rep up by the corner shops

Supplyin' for punk rockers and dead heads

For the white to get green, we were willin' to shed red

Like colors on my flag and they sure to last

For the culture and the craft and to get a bag

Never gave a fuck about a chart

Standin' on my own two, rollin' from the start

Stay Indiana Jones, all up in my heart

In the Temple of Boom or Raider of the Lost Ark

Rip off into shape shake, shock rush the balance

Everyday's a challenge when further honin' your talents

My articles are articles, gnarly flows are nautical

Down to the last atom and the final particle

Deep as it was, it was a blessin'

Livin' like there was no consequence to the mad shit we gettin'

See them early days, we was rockin' spliffy bits and Air Max

Blue balled them shits with the loops, that was the new fad

Backadays, Carnaby Street, we was the metal heads

Tower Records, quick with the fingers rackin' and double back

CDs, CDs, and tapes, we was all shottin' and sharin'

Always dip, feds always clockin' what we was wearin'

Dippin' and divin', duckin' and bombin' was the generation

Gettin' up and runnin' with rappers, that was my education

Before that N.E.D.X. was near dead

Oblivious kids runnin' with real killers and weird heads

But we was never afraid

Kids on some Z. York shit without the AIDS

Hittin' boo in the back of the cab, that was the rage

Now I'm lookin' back like damn, those were the days

Ain't nothin' change, I been sayin' the same thing

Since Lil' Wayne was singin' and Bling Bling

2001, Ice T with the ginseng

Innocence gone, all the trauma that sin bring

Then the buildings got hit by the plane plane

Chasin' white girls, I ain't talkin' 'bout cocaine

Bought the rope chain like my brother who dope game