Back in the days when I was a teenager, Before I had status and before I had a pager, You could find The Abstract listening to hip-hop, My pops used to say, it reminded him of be-bop, I said, well daddy don't you know that things go in cycles, The way that Bobby Brown is just ampin' like Michael, It's all expected, things are for the lookin', If you got the money, Quest is for the bookin'...
know the feelin, when you feelin like a villain, You be havin good thoughts but the evils be revealin'. And the stresses of life can take you off the right path, Jealousy and envy tends to infiltrate your staff... We gotta hold it down so we can move on past All adversities, so we can get through fast.
The world is kinda cold and the rhythm is my blanket Wrap yourself up in it, if you love it, then you'll thank it.
All we want in this life is peace, prosperity and a little paper...
I am recognizing that the voice inside my head Is urging me to be myself, but never follow someone else Because opinions are like voices, we all have a different kind.
I'll have you weak in the knees that you could hardly speak, Or we could do like Uncle L and swing an ep in my Jeep.
We got to stay awake for all these lizards and snakes; Some of them come as friends, some of them come as Jakes.
Rap is not pop, if you call it that then stop...
You never know: rain, sleet, hail, snow, See you gotta accept that's how things go. Prepare for the rainy day, or the sun's glow, But there's clouds movin' in and the clouds gonna blow.
Shorty, let me tell you about my only vice: It has to do with lots of lovin', and it ain't nuttin' nice.
How far must you go to gain respect? Um... Well, it's kind of simple: just remain your own. Or you'll be crazy sad and alone.
So concisely, musically we are the herb So sit back and light me. Inhale... My style's kinda fat, reminiscent of a whale.
There's divinity within because we come from the divine, A force that's not seen, but you feel it every time: When the wind blows, and the world turns, And the rain drops, and the baby cries, And the bird flies, and the ground quake, And the stars gleam.
Ayo, shout out to Mobb Deep, the Extra P Busta Rhymes, De La, the J Beez, so don't sleep
We got to mediate our greedy levels, Cause the lust of currency can have us sleepin with the devil.
Satisfaction, I have the right tactics... And if you need em I got crazy prophylactics.
One step at a time, a man walked on the moon. One record got played, Kool Herc said, 'Boom!'
Funky like your grandpa's drawers, don't test me We in like that, you're dead like Presley
Rock and roll to the beat of the funk fuzz Wipe your feet really good on the rhythm rug If you feel the urge to freak, do the jitterbug Come and spread your arms if you really need a hug.
So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher, And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer
With the black male as a teenager, where you're coming from the ghettos and that kind of stuff, you've got to assert yourself, be macho, not let anybody walk over you, so that's where all this unnecessary bullshit comes from - from egos. That's why there are a lot of fights. That's how come the whole thing with rap has been violent. It's because of the male ego.
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