Don't it just fill you with nostalgia

(movement)
Won't clap, holding hats (action/percussion)
When a man wanna rap
Old act, battle axe (stop fighting against)
Can I have it back (used to applaud conscious raw rap)
Ain't nobody take it far as I Yet dat Cat'll act (like he did/cadillac)
Know dat(say no to tings), the only thing
They'll blow is a ballsack(wanking/doing some gay shxx)

Come wid it, ima come get it
From the slum village, one minute,(the old group)
Three times, dat was some visit
Bum ticket
Ground to the clouds, we gon fly
So that Jay Dee feel it from the sky

(society)
Never maybe, aye g, (classic JD sample track from HI!/AG?)
Times that by eighty
Drag it up thanks (say it with an f on thanks)
That's what raising the stakes means
To me they weave
Away from their face cream (conflicting)
The spite is subliminal
Slice your umbilical (grow up)
Life as a criminal
I'll tape you a videooh
The high-ups like 'kill em all' (rap game / eugenics and warmongers)
Rights are invisible
And the righteous are Mini

(position)
Maybe they right
I bin livin life the wrong way
Make chains (change)
Soon I'll be on the brown (refill/heavy usage)
Naa, the bongs staying (stain/sticking with it rather than moving up/down)
All these early mornings
Late nights n long days
Gotta keep faith till I do
Or don't see gods face
(ascension)
On the day of my demise
At the time I gotta die
I wanna be able to say I bin way up (weigh up drugs)
To the highest of the highs(changing position)

Only way you're comin up is short
With a smile like that
Deal with my victims
Like their just my chicks
When I slide em back
Major bizniss on my tongue
They out here buyn my raps
While you dudes do
That small talk on TinyChat

(sense)
Feel good, a real real n***a that's real would (stop hating)
Faking, saying they don't wanna know
But they still look hard at our show
Selective of which shows of skill they respecting
Depressing, with the seeds they neglecting (bringing and letting things down, not bringing things up to grow)
No fresh tings, (not the pure originality)
So it's not
Reaping what you sow (death)
Shixx 'hot' like 'cold' (feels good)
But it's feeling like the snow hit (dying time / that's no hit)
(body)
Dun this
For so long You
Must be listening to an expert
Special if your brain says no
But ya neck hurt
Got so much heart
I'm expecting a chest burst (damage / alien)
Milkin it till my belly hurt
Dats a next thirst (first) (verse)

(hiphop)
Loose Same old tail (losers not in first place)
And seeing nuttin new (noone ahead)
My love is true but truthfully
I'm looking at some other moves(other than hiphop)
Used to be, I was hung up
Like a bruddas shoes (back in the day images of shoes on overhead power and telephone lines, i love old school hiphop's impression)
Electrified
But over time
The energy went underused
So "bubbye boo"(my baby/say what you like)

Da drinking wid da munch
A bit much
But the money
Ain't nothing on ya touch (compromises)

(Ground/Clouds/Sea)
Debts a social epidemic
So I bet there'd be a lot less
If they made the word credit debt
Deaths a seldom seen test
On which you'll reflect
If you let it get left as a beginning (..)

This life is do or die you n I
You probly won't
Do it if you don't
Believe you can fly
To the sky

Even though we ain't all
In the same boat, we all tryn stay afloat
Know you got someway to go
N it ain't safe to sail alone
The sea ain't how you see it
It's filled with holes and riddles
Don't roll where it takes you
You don't have to go with the flow

(finishing)
Arrow my bow (I row my boat)
With a hairless chicken
In the coop, Finger licking (Zelda, anyone)

Cheekily saying whassup with a "wot wot!"
Quickly picking you up in a drop top
Sticky as the lips be
On the pussy, that the cock got
Hopscotch, hitting different digits, when I hopped off (switched flow onto irregular patterns/at the end)

This the old skool
N I gotta stick to it
If the new shits
Sounding like
A different type of music