Текст песни Artifacts - Whayback
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[El Da Sensai]I calculate that eighty-five was the yearI first grabbed the pen, daydreamin of the cheersAhead from rockin shows, no Girbauds that sagThe windbreaker suits and backspins that was madI stress progress roll joints at my resttil the ill wee hours, and I knew it was the bestI hit mad spots, many crews got droppedWhile I was gettin props niggaz was dealin on the blockStayin in crib on the weekends was Marley Marlwas freakin the cuts Mr. Magic was speakinThat`s how I got my first taste, makin tapestil the rhyme skill was great and my style would escalatePractice made my perfect tacticsNow my dap gets clap, cause I`m the rap snap fanaticBut now in nine-trey I got the T-Ray trackAnd my trunks, my roots are growin styles from whayback..[Tame One]I flash back to fat Kangol hats, with plasticBack when steppin on kicks in eighty-six got your ass kickedBombers and sheepskins, were common when I first started rhyminStill I found time to go bombinMe and my pals rocked Cazals with no glassDark flavored Clarks, Lee Denims off the assBack when Mr. Magic had it goin all the way onthe beat with BDP, added flavor like a crayonIndeed MC`s would represent with the skillsBut now in ninety-three a lot of them can get the dillzIt seems like a little sumthin missin in the mixBut now I got a deal, so it`s up to me to fixWhen niggaz put me up on, with funky raps to cut onWord is BOND, if I hear another wack rap songI might snap and it`s an actual factthat I`ma kick it like that, cause this is strictly bout the whayback..[El Da Sensai]Aww man damn, whayback, things was kinda fatHad the Godfather knot, a Starter hat, things are kinda wacknow, packed up, my cardboard and stepped awayI didn`t have a choice, the culture was slayedB.D. had died, and things were dissapearinThe West coast was here and all these wack beats appearinDJ`s were breakin down record store doorsto get the Biz Dance and the Chante Moore`sPeace to Buck Four, Rocksteady on the floorNew York and Dynamic crews plus many moreRemember the time when you didn`t pack a nineNiggaz just came to hear some, funky ass rhymesBut all of that`s over, cause brothers wanna act upNo clubs to go to, they`ll just pack rap upThat`s how the media wants it to stopSo peep the verse and last showin of Graffiti RockSo check it, the brothers wanna wreck itTo get what`s expected, cause hip-hop, should be respectGotta get it back, to get it on trackArtifacts kickin styles illy on the whayback[Tame One]Like back when my Timberlands were only size sixesI used to take pictures shootin spitballs at bitchesCross New Jersey Transit just to see a rapper kick itBut now I ain`t with it, cause niggaz just ain`t worth the ticketShit man, I remember jams that were slamminGettin me and my man in, was harder than backgammonDJ`s would scratch back to back from boom bapsAnd rappers with real raps, could drop shit real fatBut now kid, as I recollect, rappers out who caught wreck respected, just got stuck up in my tape deckReal deal hip-hop, when Biz used to flip-flopHis fat ass, on stage`d do a dance, in busted ReeboksNiggaz musta forgot, when real rhymes was hotCause now if you ain`t gold, you ain`t got no propsBut fuck that, I`m above that, I don`t play thatThe Artifacts staff drops math about the whayback.."It`s a demo.." "Back in back in the days""You gots to chill.." "Back in back in the days""South Bronx" "The Bri to The Bridge"`South Bronx" "Back in back in the days""Jimbrowski.. that`s what it is" "Back in back in the days""Like that y`all, it`s like that y`all It`s like thatta that, it`s like that y`all" (4X)