Eighty-8

I was raised on the hip-hop

More raised in more ways than one

This is back when hip-hop was still fun.

When Public Enemy was still number one.

Before all the pro-black cats discovered guns. (No funds!)

Countin' money so me and my man skate to Kool Mo' G records

Makin' up hand-shakes

He's a damn fake to say he can't relate to Mike Tyson

Punch out, drinkin' up the Kool-aid and getting' cussed-out

Bust out in the evening, I'm free when I'm breathin' incense

And got the EPMDin'.

Back then an album was something you could listen to for 6 months straight

(Somebody slap me if that isn't true)

When my religion was hip-hop, Chris dropped the testament

That to this day got me wanna be intelligent

We didn't have a ... back then

We had a ... back then

I rock the green, black and yellow back then

When Foxy Brown was droppin' in the first train of thought we had dreams

But (rosy carrez?) is who we saw

Never said that I was old school but let me get it straight

This game has never been as straight as it was in '88

Doin' my thang with an '89 swing

Kick this one here for me and my king

'89 the number, another summer

One one one one

The mic the man, the master plan

And if you need 'em I got crazy prophylactics

Had to climax when I max, relax and chill

Sit down eat your slice of pizza and be quiet - [Slick Rick-Mona Lisa]

Buddy Buddy Buddy all in my face

The J to the A to the M to the E

I'm talented yes I'm girfted

Nigga' please, you work for UPS

It's not about a salary, it's all about reality -

And the J-U-N-E-L-Y

I don't slur my words when I rap 'cause that's wack

Kick a hole in the speaker pull the plug than I jack

Crashhh! 2000 sucka's!