Hip-Hop

Hip hop in the way it was

Nowadays this game wasn't made for us

Out with the old, in with the new and away we go

You can hear it through the videos and radio

I ain't tryna downplay it, that's the way it is

Nowadays this game, it was made for kids

I ain't pointing no fingers, I ain't saying names

But raise your hand if you agree hip hop needs a change

I date back way back, daddy brown Cadillac

Sixes in the back, still rock the 8-track

Then came the rap like Rapper's Delight

Big Hank, Wonder Mike, Master G type hype

I got it in when Run and them was the kings of rock

Same donkey, same Adidas, I was king of the block

Ain't it funky, kept it hot before the rock got shot

Then Kris got hot but then this that hip hop

The West kept it gangsta, N.W.A

The short kept it pimpin' for the whole damn yay

Tales from the triple beam, something to say

It was all real, still ill back in the day

But now when they speak it just ain't the same

They talk about the chain and how they making it rain

They talk about the 'caine and ain't seen no bricks

So it's hard for me to really understand this shit

When I was young I would've killed for a pair of shell-toe Adidas

When mom asked me why I'd wear them shoes, 'cause Run DMC is

That's what I loved about it

Hip hop was a state of mind, a different time

A different grind, a tape runs out, you hit rewind

I spent more time at the record shop than in school

Thought I was cool, the first shoes that I bought were like LL Cool

I never knew that hip hop would grow to be such a passion

Not one day would pass that I was writing music in class

In a flash I was rapping myself

If only everyone could feel the relief that I do through music

And learn to use it, seems like nowadays half these cats abuse it

Whatever happened to freestyling on the block and in the park

And flipping sixteen bars back and forth 'til it was dark?

Gotta be honest, I miss it

Nowadays these young motherfuckers have got it twisted

They spit shit but they ain't gifted

Originality just drove by homie, you must've missed it

I'm here to take that shit back in an instant, I'm that persistent

I'm this

I said how about some realness, you busters got an illness

Hella wack but still rich, one hit then came up real quick

You probably sucked a dilsnick of a label rep to build it

Favors for your meal ticket, I'm 'bout to pull the killswitch

Listen to me, it's over, my dickie say I'm a soldier

All of you niggas are posers, the skinny jeans are bogus

Looking like some hoes, must be fizzing up off your doja

I'll be rocking shows, you're slacking, practicing yoga

Hip hop's in my blood and I still rep it

I kill records in a millisecond

I will wreck it, throw it up and Bill step it

But nowadays some of these niggas I won't validate

'Cause they salivate over cowards rallying for the style of gay

I'm old school but new, but I told you the truth

When I said I flowed you and I made your hoes do the do

And they rolled through the crew, told you toodaloo

Real hip hoppers say get out the way bitch like Luda do