Artifacts

[El Da Sensai]
I calculate that eighty-five was the year
I first grabbed the pen, daydreamin of the cheers
Ahead from rockin shows, no Girbauds that sag
The windbreaker suits and backspins that was mad
I stress progress roll joints at my rest
til the ill wee hours, and I knew it was the best
I hit mad spots, many crews got dropped
While I was gettin props niggaz was dealin on the block
Stayin in crib on the weekends was Marley Marl
was freakin the cuts Mr. Magic was speakin
Thats how I got my first taste, makin tapes
til the rhyme skill was great and my style would escalate
Practice made my perfect tactics
Now my dap gets clap, cause Im the rap snap fanatic
But now in nine-trey I got the T-Ray track
And my trunks, my roots are growin styles from whayback
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[Tame One]
I flash back to fat Kangol hats, with plastic
Back when steppin on kicks in eighty-six got your ass kicked
Bombers and sheepskins, were common when I first started rhymin
Still I found time to go bombin
Me and my pals rocked Cazals with no glass
Dark flavored Clarks, Lee Denims off the ass
Back when Mr. Magic had it goin all the way on
the beat with BDP, added flavor like a crayon
Indeed MCs would represent with the skills
But now in ninety-three a lot of them can get the dillz
It seems like a little sumthin missin in the mix
But now I got a deal, so its up to me to fix
When niggaz put me up on, with funky raps to cut on
Word is BOND, if I hear another wack rap song
I might snap and its an actual fact
that Ima kick it like that, cause this is strictly bout the whayback
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[El Da Sensai]
Aww man damn, whayback, things was kinda fat
Had the Godfather knot, a Starter hat, things are kinda wack
now, packed up, my cardboard and stepped away
I didnt have a choice, the culture was slayed
B.D. had died, and things were dissapearin
The West coast was here and all these wack beats appearin
DJs were breakin down record store doors
to get the Biz Dance and the Chante Moores
Peace to Buck Four, Rocksteady on the floor
New York and Dynamic crews plus many more
Remember the time when you didnt pack a nine
Niggaz just came to hear some, funky ass rhymes
But all of thats over, cause brothers wanna act up
No clubs to go to, theyll just pack rap up
Thats how the media wants it to stop
So peep the verse and last showin of Graffiti Rock
So check it, the brothers wanna wreck it
To get whats expected, cause hip-hop, should be respect
Gotta get it back, to get it on track
Artifacts kickin styles illy on the whayback
[Tame One]
Like back when my Timberlands were only size sixes
I used to take pictures shootin spitballs at bitches
Cross New Jersey Transit just to see a rapper kick it
But now I aint with it, cause niggaz just aint worth the ticket
Shit man, I remember jams that were slammin
Gettin me and my man in, was harder than backgammon
DJs would scratch back to back from boom baps
And rappers with real raps, could drop shit real fat
But now kid, as I recollect, rappers out who caught wreck
respected, just got stuck up in my tape deck
Real deal hip-hop, when Biz used to flip-flop
His fat ass, on staged do a dance, in busted Reeboks
Niggaz musta forgot, when real rhymes was hot
Cause now if you aint gold, you aint got no props
But fuck that, Im above that, I dont play that
The Artifacts staff drops math about the whayback
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"Its a demo.."
"Back in back in the days"
"You gots to chill.."
"Back in back in the days"
"South Bronx"
"The Bri to The Bridge"
South Bronx"
"Back in back in the days"
"Jimbrowski..
thats what it is"
"Back in back in the days"
"Like that yall, its like that yall
Its like thatta that, its like that yall" [x4]
[ Whayback Lyrics ]