polluted wrote:Yo, what's the matter, men, what's the deal?
what's about all this bullshit I cannot feel?
***** rappin about cash, cars and so on
even real thugs began creatin love songs
Ay yo Nas, Mobb Deep, Rae and Jeru
where is yo style, u still got to prove
back in the days u rapped 'bout shit I was through
street hustlin, drug sellin, robbin and killin
but when u've got paper u quit and start chillin
lose almost the whole your street credibility
whom r u sell your rhymin abilities
wonderin why men shit on ya on yo own boards
but d'ya listen to yo own albums, they r borin
I'm tired of askin myself: Where is 1994?
My wallet was empty after visitin the store
coz 90% of shit those times were classic
from The Sun Rises In The East to immortal Illmatic
so sad I haven't enough words to explain
why nobody creates new "Memory Lane"
but wack double CDs with no tracks to remember
tryin to copy Enter The Wu: 36 Chambers...
Men, stop, breathe deep, look behind
U have skills by all means but why r u hide it...
(c)
yo, dukes dya feel it?
its bout time someone "GAME" came along ta take dis shit back 2 where dis gangsta shit belongs
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