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I've never told (ay man, the language brother)Motherfucker, this ain't back in the dayStatik what up?LOX in this jointThis ain't back in the dayYeahMother--, mother--Motherfucker, this ain't back in the dayThis ain't back in the dayBack, back in the dayBut you don't hear me thoughBut you don't hear me thoughBut you don't hear me thoughBut you don't hear me thoughBumping that Statik with the automatic on my hipBlue whip, Navy paper plane, no, I ain't a cripWe used to have the hallway fired up, smoking reeferYeah I went to school but KRS was the teacher (Boogie Down Productions)In April had to hustle hard to get fresh for EasterInstead of celebrating Christ, I beat the noose twiceAnd fucked some lil' bitch on the stepsI do reps with these new rappers, it's cool thoughThey UFC, I'm still JudosThey high right now, I'm like kudosBut fuck thatYo, I like that new money, shit done changed on the blockSo I don't reminisce even though I love Pete RockI give you bars, no microwave rapI can take it down South, but it's gon' be my version of trapDon' Don', the god, money is longI can't judge an artist off one song, but you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me thoughBut you don't hear me thoughBut you don't hear me thoughBut you don't hear me thoughThis ain't back in the daysIf it was the niggas sound different and give you a pound differentI don't hate the trap but give me that boom bapYeah the 808 eating at the bistro the 808Told the owner Sal, veggies in a I used to freestyle for for a bottle of blue No MTA cards, hoping the turnstileCatch the train on 'emGet your ass whooped you brought the pain homeThe days when you knocked on your man's doorYelled to the window so he could come outsideDrink a 40, lit weed, and y'all go and knock the grams offHad to have hands or your shit was getting ran, dawg45 that was 10, yoThank God for this rap shit, clearly thoughBack in the days, shit was real, but you don't hear me thoughBut you don't hear me thoughBut you don't hear me thoughBut you don't hear me thoughBut you don't hear me though


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Niggas 'cross town tryin' to bomb me, I had the certified on me'Fore I knew it was foul, the Caught you doing some bullshit, they tell your mamiWin, lose or draw, gotta go out if a nigga try meWhen Jenny hooked up with Lionel, I had the Sugarhill vinylBefore crack hit, it was just winosRide to Louis Park jams with no shootingWhen nigga's pops was hooping, heavy prostitutionPirate radio was officially on deckStaying up late night with the tissue and the cassetteHip-hop is everything I gotAround this time, I was hooked on the King of RockI just wanna rap, I'ma go give this thing a shotLooking back, I done never thought that this thing'll popNah, right now I'm proud to be a part of the familyAnd you standing there just looking at meBut you don't hear me.. what?But you don't hear me thoughBut you don't hear me thoughBut you don't hear me thoughBut you don't hear me thoughMotherfucker, this ain't back in the dayThis ain't back in the dayMother--, mother--Motherfucker, this ain't back in the dayThis ain't back in the dayBack, back in the dayBut you don't hear me thoughBut you don't hear me though