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El Da Sensai]
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I calculate that eighty-five was the year
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I first grabbed the pen, daydreamin of the cheers
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Ahead from rockin shows, no Girbauds that sag
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The windbreaker suits and backspins that was mad
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I stress progress roll joints at my rest
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til the ill wee hours, and I knew it was the best
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I hit mad spots, many crews got dropped
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While I was gettin props niggaz was dealin on the block
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Stayin in crib on the weekends was Marley Marl
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was freakin the cuts Mr. Magic was speakin
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That's how I got my first taste, makin tapes
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til the rhyme skill was great and my style would escalate
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Practice made my perfect tactics
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Now my dap gets clap, cause I'm the rap snap fanatic
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But now in nine-trey I got the T-Ray track
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And my trunks, my roots are growin styles from whayback
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[Tame One]
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I flash back to fat Kangol hats, with plastic
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Back when steppin on kicks in eighty-six got your ass kicked
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Bombers and sheepskins, were common when I first started rhymin
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Still I found time to go bombin
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Me and my pals rocked Cazals with no glass
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Dark flavored Clarks, Lee Denims off the ass
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Back when Mr. Magic had it goin all the way on
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the beat with BDP, added flavor like a crayon
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Indeed MC's would represent with the skills
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But now in ninety-three a lot of them can get the dillz
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It seems like a little sumthin missin in the mix
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But now I got a deal, so it's up to me to fix
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When niggaz put me up on, with funky raps to cut on
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Word is BOND, if I hear another wack rap song
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I might snap and it's an actual fact
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that I'ma kick it like that, cause this is strictly bout the whayback
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[El Da Sensai]
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Aww man damn, whayback, things was kinda fat
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Had the Godfather knot, a Starter hat, things are kinda wack
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now, packed up, my cardboard and stepped away
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I didn't have a choice, the culture was slayed
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B.D. had died, and things were dissapearin
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The West coast was here and all these wack beats appearin
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DJ's were breakin down record store doors
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to get the Biz Dance and the Chante Moore's
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Peace to Buck Four, Rocksteady on the floor
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New York and Dynamic crews plus many more
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Remember the time when you didn't pack a nine
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Niggaz just came to hear some, funky ass rhymes
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But all of that's over, cause brothers wanna act up
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No clubs to go to, they'll just pack rap up
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That's how the media wants it to stop
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So peep the verse and last showin of Graffiti Rock
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So check it, the brothers wanna wreck it
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To get what's expected, cause hip-hop, should be respect
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Gotta get it back, to get it on track
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Artifacts kickin styles illy on the whayback
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[Tame One]
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Like back when my Timberlands were only size sixes
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I used to take pictures shootin spitballs at bitches
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Cross New Jersey Transit just to see a rapper kick it
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But now I ain't with it, cause niggaz just ain't worth the ticket
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Shit man, I remember jams that were slammin
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Gettin me and my man in, was harder than backgammon
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DJ's would scratch back to back from boom baps
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And rappers with real raps, could drop shit real fat
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But now kid, as I recollect, rappers out who caught wreck
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respected, just got stuck up in my tape deck
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Real deal hip-hop, when Biz used to flip-flop
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His fat ass, on stage'd do a dance, in busted Reeboks
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Niggaz musta forgot, when real rhymes was hot
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Cause now if you ain't gold, you ain't got no props
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But fuck that, I'm above that, I don't play that
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The Artifacts staff drops math about the whayback
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"It's a demo.." "Back in back in the days"
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"You gots to chill.." "Back in back in the days"
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"South Bronx" "The Bri to The Bridge"
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'South Bronx" "Back in back in the days"
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"Jimbrowski..
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that's what it is" "Back in back in the days"
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"Like that y'all, it's like that y'all
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It's like thatta that, it's like that y'all" (4X)
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