AX SOMEBODY ELSE...
Yo, It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you,
without a phat beat to sweat to
A beat in which I'm blessin' the mic,
A beat that keeps the crowd hype on any weekend night
So easy does it do it easy, creativity you couldn't comprehend
The ingredients; idiot
As I laid more tracks that Amtrak, get the facts cuz you seein'
A God-gifted dope human being
Amazed at the stacks that I got, never blunted, high off tracks
Columbus Hip Hop's Most Wanted
I'm stomping competition like I'm Kirk Franklin,
My Nu Nation is amazing, hot like cajun, cuz we blazin' up the charts
At your Mom and Pops, for all you fools,
And next I'm on the cover of the Ghetto News
I'm pumpin', from the Northside to the Southside to Eastside to the Wessiiide,
I'm pumpin' in the deck of your ride, so you can...
Ax anybody...or you Ax somebody else about the beats PRIME makes,
the time it takes to make your head nod looser..."Who's the dopest producer?"
I say and do the ill break, you stop that, rewind that,
say to your man, "...yo! we need to do so sh*t like that"
You see, he's diggin' in the crates to find the ill loop,
sequence his drums like mine, create his breaks like mine,
Kid, there should be fines, but I don't sweat it,
I got the ill techiniques, when it comes to the beats
I got the BUSTOWN FLAV, goin' worldwide, whether you ride or die,
still 4-tracks to slide
No doubt, I got, but make sure you have my loot,
From the rare jazz breaks to platinum Puff loops
And all the sh*t in between, na'mean to make the hits kid,
Take the the time you wasted, because you fake kid and come see me
The man, the stuido, B-237 dope ways to make your head nod my way
For the phattest, PHD for the skill trade,
Success behind the many for the tracks that I laid, so you can...
Ax anybody...or you Ax somebody else about the beats PRIME makes,
the time it takes to make your head nod looser..."Who's the dopest producer?"
REWIND
I'm reminiscing on the Saturday morning cartoons,
A bowl of Captain Crunch and the Legion of Doom,
Me and my brother played the wonder twins, kid activate…form of
My friends, we always known to drop dimes on the counter,
A pack of Now-Or-Later's and a Chick-O-Stick
G.I. Joe with the Kung Fu grip, tag "you it",
This-was-it, when my hood was on point
We was crazy, playing tether ball with the ladies,
Saying "that's my car" with Trans-Ams and Vettes
Hear the bells of the Ice Cream Man, no doubt,
Vanilla cones leave a ring all around my mouth
Cowboys and Indians, the only glock that I popped
Was full of kitchen tap water when I bust my shots
But 20 years later things is different now,
Looking back and shake my head, and ask myself how?
If I had the chance to do it 'one more time playing ball in the streets in the evening till 9 with no crime…
I'd press rewind, I'd press rewind
Racing stick boats after Summer rains, taggin' names, Now-Or-Later's after kickball games, the growing pains…
I'd press rewind, I'd press rewind.
See, I remember these days like it was yesterday,
Playing Hide and Go Seek by the jungle gym.
Last one to the slide was rotten egg,
"Simon says" and "Mother May I" where we had to beg.
Color stripes on my football socks,
Sing-a-long to the School House Rock,
Foot race around the block,
Rock fights, and the Huffy bikes
Collecting Hot Wheels and the happy meals
When we used to walk the fence without the barbwire,
Swing to touch the sky and see who'd go higher
Walk the train tracks, skip rocks in the creek
Impress the girls at the pool, so we swim in the deep
Pretend like we was grown and smoke cigarette butts,
Kids that used to wild out, my how things turn out.
But 20 years later I see that things have changed,
I often say "if things remained the same…"
If I had the chance to do it 'one more time' playing ball in the streets in the evening till 9 with no crime…
I'd press rewind, I'd press rewind
Racing stick boats after Summer rains, taggin' names, Now-Or-Later's after kickball games, the growing pains…
I'd press rewind, I'd press rewind.
I remember stick ball in the park,
Riding big wheels up and down the sidewalk,
Superhero's in our matching Underoo's
Thought we was fast in our Zips tennis shoes.
And I remember afterschool arcades,
Over Allen's house Atari we played…
Space Invaders; Battle of the Planets with Mark and Ke-op
Was the first to have the Voltron toy on the block
Pop rocks and the cavity creeps
Electric football over Todd's we meet
Slip and slide when the days were hot
Gone fishin' with my uncle and pops,
With snow cones, you think I forgot
Though things could be worse, this goes out to Kevin Simmons
Laid to rest when he was crossing the street; rest in peace.
But 20 years later, it's a whole new game,
But my song still remains the same, so say it wit me…
If I had the chance to do it 'one more time' playing ball in the street in the evening till 9 with no crime…
I'd press rewind, I'd press rewind
Racing stick boats after Summer rains, taggin' names, Now-Or-Later's after kickball games, the growing pains…
I'd press rewind, I'd press rewind.
REMEMBER...?
I remember when I used to sell crack, pushin' keys 'cross seas,
Fillin' pockets full of cheese, dope fiends
Make it easy, steady slangin', corner hangin', with all the rocks, steady bangin'
And I remember when I used to sport Versace, ghetto nigga,
strugglin', sportin' Tommy Hilfiger
For Us By Us, on a journey down to Mecca,
I was BOSS in these woods of Timberland.
And I remember when we used to smoke Blunts,
Sippin' Krystal in the back of the club, niggaz showin' love
With Alize, keepin' Black & Mild, high off the Chocolate Tie,
I miss all of that Brown Sugar
And I remember when we used to bust caps, glorify the ghetto,
Drive-By's shootin' niggaz for crack,
Cuz "freedom was an AK" on my block,
Don't step to me wrong nigga, cuz you might get shot
Do you remember when rap used to sound like this?
Um, let me see...damn, I can't remember.
Do you remember when we used to kick lyrics like that?
Um, let me see...damn, I can't remember.
See, I remember when I used to drive a lex,
4 deep in a GMC, Suburban
See me walking (sheeyit), talkin' calmly on a flip phone,
Away from home, in my two-tone chrome
And I remember when I disrespect my lady, call her ass a bitch,
Now today y'all think it's kinda crazy
Skank hoes, slut actin' all freak nasty, slap her ass silly,
When she try to put things past me
And I remember when I used to be a gansta, reformed ballar,
Rhyme saya, for all the true playas
Couldn't fuck wit me when I'm makin' my ends, wheelin' my Benz,
Livin' lavish like the rest of my friends
And I remember when I used to do time, and he did time, and even she did time,
Everybody did time, tellin' stories about them being locked down,
But when we got out, we still actin' like clowns
Do you remember when rap used to sound like this?
Um, let me see...damn, I can't remember.
Do you remember when we used to kick lyrics like that?
Um, let me see...damn, I can't remember.