But You Don't Hear Me Tho

I've never told (ay man, the language brother) Motherfucker, this ain't back in the day Statik what up? LOX in this joint This ain't back in the day Yeah Mother, mother Motherfucker, this ain't back in the day This ain't back in the day Back, back in the day But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though Bumping that Statik with the automatic on my hip Blue whip, Navy paper plane, no, I ain't a crip We used to have the hallway fogged up, smoking reefer Yeah I went to school but KRS was the teacher (Boogie Down Productions) And Abel had to hustle hard to get fresh for Easter Instead of celebrating Christ, I beat the goose twice And fucked some lil' bitch on the steps I do reps with these new rappers, it's cool though The UFC, I'm still Judos They hot right now, I'm like kudos But fuck that Yo, I like that new money, shit done changed on the block So I don't reminisce even though I love Pete Rock I give you bars, no microwave rap I can take it down South, but it's gon' be my version of trap Dondon, the God, money is long I can't judge an artist off one song, but you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though This ain't back in the days If it was the niggas sound different and give you a pound different I don't hate the trap but give me that boom bap Yeah the 808 eating at the beats drill the 808 Told the owner Sal, veggies and the power I used to freestyle for akh for a bottle of blue now No MTA cards, hoppin' the turnstyle to catch the train home Get your ass whooped you brought the pain home The days when you knocked on your man's door Yelled to the window so he could come outside Drink a 40, light weed and y'all go and knock the grams off Had to have hands or your shit was getting ran, dawg Grew out of no hands in the sand yo .45 and the woven that was tan yo Thank God for this rap shit, clearly though Back in the days shit was real, but you don't hear it though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though Niggas 'cross town tryin' to bomb me, I had the certified army 'Fore I knew it was foul the harm still on me If they caught you doing some bullshit, they tell your mami Win, lose or draw, gotta go out if a nigga try me When Jinny hooked up with Lionel, I had the Sugarhill vinyl Before crack hit, it was just winos Riots and looting, park jams with no shooting When nigga's pops was hooping, heavy prostitution Pirate radio was viciously on deck Staying up late night with the tissue and the cassette Hip hop is everything I got Around this time, I was hooked on the King of Rock I just wanna rap, I'ma go give this thing a shot Looking back, I done never thought that this thing'll pop Nah, right now I'm proud to be a part of the family And you standing there just looking at me But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though Motherfucker, this ain't back in the day This ain't back in the day Mother, mother Motherfucker, this ain't back in the day This ain't back in the day Back, back in the day But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though