Things Just Aint The Same

Leather gooses, sheepskin coats and bombers

British walkers, sharkskin tailor made

Playboys, black suede, three finger rings

Name plate, rope chains, BVD nylon Gazelle frames

Match it with the Kangol hat, you couldn't have that

Brothers might snatch that, flashback 190 E

With the mock neck, Lee suit, 25 nigga we shoot

Fresh blue and white Puma, or the track nights

Shelltoe Adidas with the fatta no laces

Late night, Summertime Jam, we in the park

DJ cuttin', MC's spittin' his dart

Sergio Tacchini, brown suede Bally's

Jay cross town to Delancey, Judy Joo down

Fresh leather, winter weather, Maxima, spoiler kit

Legendary deuce flick, Slick Rick

Run-DMC, Jam Master Jay

Wu-Tang Clan, Scott LaRock, KRS-One

Brothers like Pun, I had a Jaz-O tape

Me and my crew, walk the avenue

Sky was blue, half past two

It's the Cold Crush, Moe Dee, Treacherous Three

Spoony G, Busy Killa Bee

Crack never kept him high longer than five minutes

Wallabee Clarks, of course silk and linen

Jumbos, two for five, come and get it

Mama cried tears of fear when I was wildin'

Sayin' "Please don't wear that, people gettin' killed for that"

Latin Quarter, Union Square, you had to be there

The Fever, MC Global, rippin' the armory

This is hip hop for me

A few years ago, a friend of mine

He had to go away and do some time

Before I kick this rhyme that I'm about to say

I got a letter he wrote, and it went this way

Let's shoot the fair one, take it to the back of the building

A train to the junction where the Gods is building

Velour Fila suit fresh from Simon's

Canal Street jewelry, door knocker earrings

Leather skirt, Louis Vuitton, Yves Saint Laurent

Polo goose weather, Benetton

Audi on the rag top Jetta, lumberjack, mink jew hat

Suede front sweater, quarter fill leathers

Triple beams used to measure waves to the side

360 Round the back before the flat top

Stone love classics, silver hawk, Afri

Live at the Biltmore, my flow Coco Lee be on

You could never catch my super rhyme, Curtis flow

I'm 52 head to toe, crazy homicide

Tomahawk streets I walk, Hardy Boys, sex boys take money

Rikers Isle, nobody smilin', jolly stompers

Sing Sing sparklers, TNT narcs they rush and try to knock us

Halloween masked up, buck 56 cut

Land of the kings and tuts, peace to Runt

Latif, little Shareef, brother AD

High school cuttin' out the Coney Island beach

I prepare this lesson in redirection