I met this girl when I was 9 years old
And what I love most
She had so much soul
My head was movin'
Body groovin'
I just couldn’t control
It was the new doo wop
That thing was loud on the radio
We'd be on the stoop
Bumpin up Badu
Designed to get us high
But more importantly by
Cuz we was raised by the sculptors
That created this culture
Everybody from the bottom
Not you industry vultures
I mean the realest like Dilla
Your sense ain’t Common
Too many sell outs
Not enough payin homage
Not enough emcees
Cuz there’s way too many Rodmans
Leavin ya more let down
Than breaking news by Bobby Mueller
But to say it ain’t made
Is to throw us some shade
Underground sound
Now watch the pictures I paint
That old school vibe did not die yet
Alive and well homeboy – Bet!

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Ode to the love of my life
Always been right by my side
Ode to the love of my life
Always been right by my side

Hip hop hooray ho!
Now put your hands high
If you’re feelin me flow
Cuz ya’ll know Dirty Jersey is
Naughty by nature
Not that I hate ya
But I crush a lot
Guess that makes me playa
No diggity no doubt
It’s the plays that pays no doubt
But I’m not out for presidents to represent me
Say what?!
I’m out for dead presidents -
Dead prez
Not your Mercedes Benz
But should I make some ends
That’d be stupendous
For my friends
Cause I just want something
Different than the top 40
You know? Positive music that uplifts the young kids
Rough rhymes for tough times
Keep ya keep up shorty
I ain’t in the streets tryna pop some glocks
I flow over funky beats so my block can rock
Stayin true to my roots
From the ground up like Roots
A quest for old school love
That’s why I’m up in the booth

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Reminisce getting blissed
Thinking way back to high school
‘White boy you white washed’
Stayin cold as Ice Cube
Before my ball games
Heavy hittaz on the mix
Burnin CDs for my boys
Yo what you want on ya disc
I had that Illmatic mind state
Break the bread south
Get my boys out
66 route
We need some California love
You know what I mean
Detours through Detroit
Adding to Chicago’s crime rate
I paid my dues though
No disrespect daddy
I ain’t a thug -
Just because my clothes baggy
Matter fact all them raps
Taught me I should give back
So while y’all appropriate
I teach kids how to meditate
Yoga classes off of Crenshaw
Get em buzzed like a chainsaw
Mental and spiritual muscle
Go getta for the ghetto
One thing I’ll never let go
Buy back the back
Bro we learned that Nipsey Hussle

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