Whayback

[El Da Sensai]<br>I calculate that eighty-five was the year<br>I first grabbed the pen, daydreamin of the cheers<br>Ahead from rockin shows, no Girbauds that sag<br>The windbreaker suits and backspins that was mad<br>I stress progress roll joints at my rest<br>til the ill wee hours, and I knew it was the best<br>I hit mad spots, many crews got dropped<br>While I was gettin props niggaz was dealin on the block<br>Stayin in crib on the weekends was Marley Marl<br>was freakin the cuts Mr. Magic was speakin<br>That`s how I got my first taste, makin tapes<br>til the rhyme skill was great and my style would escalate<br>Practice made my perfect tactics<br>Now my dap gets clap, cause I`m the rap snap fanatic<br>But now in nine-trey I got the T-Ray track<br>And my trunks, my roots are growin styles from whayback<br><br>..<br><br>[Tame One]<br>I flash back to fat Kangol hats, with plastic<br>Back when steppin on kicks in eighty-six got your ass kicked<br>Bombers and sheepskins, were common when I first started rhymin<br>Still I found time to go bombin<br>Me and my pals rocked Cazals with no glass<br>Dark flavored Clarks, Lee Denims off the ass<br>Back when Mr. Magic had it goin all the way on<br>the beat with BDP, added flavor like a crayon<br>Indeed MC`s would represent with the skills<br>But now in ninety-three a lot of them can get the dillz<br>It seems like a little sumthin missin in the mix<br>But now I got a deal, so it`s up to me to fix<br>When niggaz put me up on, with funky raps to cut on<br>Word is BOND, if I hear another wack rap song<br>I might snap and it`s an actual fact<br>that I`ma kick it like that, cause this is strictly bout the whayback<br><br>..<br><br>[El Da Sensai]<br>Aww man damn, whayback, things was kinda fat<br>Had the Godfather knot, a Starter hat, things are kinda wack<br>now, packed up, my cardboard and stepped away<br>I didn`t have a choice, the culture was slayed<br>B.D. had died, and things were dissapearin<br>The West coast was here and all these wack beats appearin<br>DJ`s were breakin down record store doors<br>to get the Biz Dance and the Chante Moore`s<br>Peace to Buck Four, Rocksteady on the floor<br>New York and Dynamic crews plus many more<br>Remember the time when you didn`t pack a nine<br>Niggaz just came to hear some, funky ass rhymes<br>But all of that`s over, cause brothers wanna act up<br>No clubs to go to, they`ll just pack rap up<br>That`s how the media wants it to stop<br>So peep the verse and last showin of Graffiti Rock<br>So check it, the brothers wanna wreck it<br>To get what`s expected, cause hip-hop, should be respect<br>Gotta get it back, to get it on track<br>Artifacts kickin styles illy on the whayback<br><br>[Tame One]<br>Like back when my Timberlands were only size sixes<br>I used to take pictures shootin spitballs at bitches<br>Cross New Jersey Transit just to see a rapper kick it<br>But now I ain`t with it, cause niggaz just ain`t worth the ticket<br>Shit man, I remember jams that were slammin<br>Gettin me and my man in, was harder than backgammon<br>DJ`s would scratch back to back from boom baps<br>And rappers with real raps, could drop shit real fat<br>But now kid, as I recollect, rappers out who caught wreck <br>respected, just got stuck up in my tape deck<br>Real deal hip-hop, when Biz used to flip-flop<br>His fat ass, on stage`d do a dance, in busted Reeboks<br>Niggaz musta forgot, when real rhymes was hot<br>Cause now if you ain`t gold, you ain`t got no props<br>But fuck that, I`m above that, I don`t play that<br>The Artifacts staff drops math about the whayback<br><br>..<br><br>"It`s a demo.." "Back in back in the days"<br>"You gots to chill.." "Back in back in the days"<br>"South Bronx" "The Bri to The Bridge"<br>`South Bronx" "Back in back in the days"<br>"Jimbrowski..<br> that`s what it is" "Back in back in the days"<br>"Like that y`all, it`s like that y`all<br> It`s like thatta that, it`s like that y`all" (4X)