(Verse One) Now I dont take subliminal shots I simmer like a seasoned sirloin in a crock pot, poetry is top notch! no need to pour the scotch... slide me a coke zero I used to watch flicks distributed by Caballero Angel Kelly connoisseur, Sahara & Amber Lynnif these names sound familiar? no wonder you got a grin O-G in every facet, from the upper class bars bracket .... accumulating cash no matter how you stack it they live & die for rap greatness proved myself in eighty-five you fools are on the late list cassette tapes, hungry boom boxes and early rap tours My rhymes are priceless like an unopened copy of "It's Yours" I rap my age, I've evolved, self-era-appropriate I gave up smokin' weed, gettin' drunk & doin' opiates ...dont think I'm better but I am a better version often comical at karaoke, I'll do "Like A Surgeon"! peace to Weird Al, you rappers are weird as hell in your feelings over streams paying less than potato peelings ....cryin' over A-I...trying to battle technology? thats like me dissin' rappers and issuing apologies you will truly have, better luck with a scratch-off D-J Thief, take me to the scratch-off then its hats-off! take you back to hours with the Commodore hard drive goin' back in time with T-D-H-P, man, we got a far Ride! *sung female R&B chorus* Now it's a far ride goin back wit' Thief that eighties rap era that was filled with peace hard hittin' beats and them catchy hooks plus them high school days writin' rhymes in them notebooks Now it's a far ride goin back wit' Thief that eighties rap era that was filled with peace hard hittin' beats and them catchy hooks Thief Da High Priest in them Mil-Town history books *sung female R&B outro* so long ago....when every rapper was original with their flow biting was somethin' that you didn't do and everybody on the block had their own rap crew so long ago... and now it's like everything has changed so put on your Adidas, grab your swatch watch we're turnin' back the clock to the days of real hip hop!
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