In Search of the Youth Crew

I remember that summer, up in the crib Just like Adam with the missing rib The cocaine kids, where they used to live The hairdresser used to talk, yeah, real, real glib But I got a grapevine, heard he's going into fits The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind Of how the dumb monkeys got gorilla in the midst Of a struggle via fist for a slice and a 5th Back then, I didn't used to rip shows I'd brodown quick, no shit, sherlock Nerd hop, no never, I'd never talk shop I'd only talk drop, like drop your drink Drop your pants, drop your plans Drop your friends, drop your hand Drop and link, pop and lock For a young have-not, we used to grab props And stunts like Bruce Willis, whatcha talkin' 'bout? The youth crew's back Silent summers disagreed about I got hammers in the wrist in the line of gout I miss those kids with the rubber headbands And deadpan comedy clothespinned to their dresses No spins, just presses, preferably full courtship More skin contortioned, I'm not very sharp But I'll dull importance if you're down for a lark Oh, you know me? Oh, you know about Sharks? You're so referential, let's party at the Shark, Tank| Green to the scene, hardly even started Hip-hop hipsters, dearly departed Cover the phrase and keep in your locket We're all on the floor, regretting the week With no shame on top or beneath the sheets Youth funeral, yeah, send me a wreath The youth crew’s back Met the young girl that I seen on Defamer Told her talk like sex? No, talk like Kramer "If you wanna check me Baby, I'm easy" You're a cute little styler with a half-eaten rider Cut off your fitted cap, take your power like Sylar I run out the clock, report to the miser Rhymewise, I'm a lifer, with a bullet-ridden bedpost Nose to the grind stone, dig until your mind's blown Throne abuse, the girls got loose on fructose juice At the hop ala Halo, take shots like Salo At the time I was speaking with track 9 on this album Clubgoers powder their nose, no talcum I still rock the Ayres like the Rub Wish the kids would still sneak into the club The youth crew’s back