[Intro] Check, check, check We take it back like Ridin large In the old red Tracker Herringbone necklaces on Yo
[Verse 1: Rapsody] Ride large like Professor, yeah we all feel the pressure Reach the middle ground, want the money and the message In our music But, the ones that ask the questions They get no answers Give a damn about the essence So, why stress the sessions Just say whats your mind yo So I'mma kick the lines yo Till all of yall arrested Cuffin' wit my bars Doubled up just like the necklace They wear around they necks To show they checks is all the deafest Unheard of, my word of, 9th Wonder told me wreck it My drive Daytona 5, Ghost, never do they see um Im up early, buttering toast You eating Wheaties Tryna get my thoughts together from dreams on posturepedies I had last night Holding the mic like I was TD(E)D on CD yo my rhymes Could go for OT, I dont stop for nobody Its rigamortis the rapper Pouring out liquor for niggas I out rapped up Means nothing They wanna hear stories that can relate They wanna hear stories about your life, about your day Anything on my mind, I know here I can relay So, when I feel stress I come here and fade away
[Hook] In the drums Like I did when I was young In the drums Just kickin it, bum ba bum In the drums Like I did when I was young In the drums, bum ba bum
[Verse 2: Rapsody] Don't over think what you think that they thinking Am I too lyrical? Is it too simple? Im sinking Out of the zone, my attitude now fuck what you think About to go all the way in, I give a damn about your minks Deferred from the furs and the money If the shrinks come with the deals that you ink That niggas sign without a blink Dont bond with me well, like males in all pink Strong minded, frail shit, the lyrical Darlene It was never all rosie, yo these niggas all goldies They slave to the oldies, the presidents, just thinks This real life rap, money, power, theres nothing else A lot of sex, drug usage and rapping about wealth Ain't not balance in this system no more We ain't well Ain't a rapper on the radio wit stories to tell Hip Hop never died, yo The radio failed Now the powers with the people Wonder if they can tell Just some change for your thoughts Like those in the well Yo, I kick for you all and take it back for a spell
[Hook] In the drums Like I did when I was young In the drums Just kickin it, bum ba bum In the drums Like I did when I was young In the drums, bum ba bum
[Verse 3:] Columbine, we scary youth They dont know how to react With the drums start to swing And it feel like 96 We the truth Rocking Juice apparel Boxes and rings Gold fingers, gold thinkers Young Pharaohs and queens Brooklyn and Queens Classic New York sound Back on the scene Shouts to Jamla, Pro Era Boom bap in our veins Got me Sparking Taking me farther down memory lane Cleaning, freestyling, Im only age 12 in my frame Catching the rhythm Was the mission Now we living our dreams Conditions not extreme No need for TV screens It seems we back to slinging Dope product is back On the block I never forgot Where the feeling was
[Hook] In the drums Like I did when I was young In the drums Just kickin it, bum ba bum In the drums Like I did when I was young In the drums, bum ba bumTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
