Eighty-8

[Brother Ali] I was raised on the hip-hop More raised in more ways than one This is back when hip-hop was still fun When Public Enemy was still number one Before all the pro-black cats discovered guns. (No funds!) Countin’ money so me and my man skate To Kool Moe Dee records Makin’ up hand-shakes He’s a damn fake to say he can’t relate to Mike Tyson Punch-Out Drinkin’ up the Kool-aid and getting’ cussed-out Bust out in the evening, I’m free when I’m breathin’ Incense and got the EPMDin’ Back then an album was something you could listen to for 6 months straight (Somebody slap me if that isn’t true) When my religion was hip-hop, Chris dropped the testament That to this day got me wanna be intelligent We didn’t have Mumia back then We had Mandela back then I rock the green, black and yellow back then When Foxy Brown was breakin' in her first training bra we had dreams But Rosie Perez is who we saw Never said that I was old school but let me get it straight This game has never been as straight as it was in ‘88 [Interlude] Doin’ my thang with an ’89 swing Kick this one here for me and my king ’89 the number, another summer One one one one The mic the man, the master plan And if you need ‘em I got crazy prophylactics Had to climax when I max, relax and chill Sit down eat your slice of pizza and be quiet Buddy Buddy Buddy all in my face The J to the A to the M to the E I’m talented yes I’m gifted Nigga please, you work for UPS It’s not about a salary, it’s all about reality And the J-U-N-G-L-E I don’t slur my words when I rap ‘cuz that’s wack Kick a hole in the speaker pull the plug than I jack Crashhh!!! 2000 suckas!