Put It On Wax

[Hook 1] x4 Put it on wax [Verse 1] Because the music spoke to me, the music opened me Gave me hope in the people every time I met a peer I felt an equal Looking back on it, it was a movement But it felt like a moment, I never felt like a owner Mostly felt like a loner, looking for a loaner Can you spot me for the next one? Yep son All brotherly, all so lovely, oh so cuddly, how This music making so many people get down Yo, I can still see it As if it were the Cricketer's Arms in 1996 And how quick do the heads shift from left to right? That's an awful lot to judge, there's an awful lot of love That gets sold on Hold up, you better hold on I sound a little better as I get older I'm bolder now, cause I know the score It's the manager tonight, were taking the bar and the door What's more, I crossed girls off the list Cause it didn't really fit with that mix I was making So get this door sainted, ain't no in-between I see it all like Bucci , other cleats get tushy But I keep pushin', not even worth the shooshin' Sick of the bullshit When I bring a full clip it sprout flowers out the end of it I rank degenerate, huh But I'll bet you're gonna thank me at the end of it [Hook 2] x2 Put it on wax We always dreamt of [Verse 2] Yo Sandro, who you sampling? Who you listening to? Made before 1982? Oh wow dude If you don't know your past then you don't know your future Trust it, they said I'm done and dusted? Doubt it Sure, I get doubted like the one with the silver lining I'm still refining The ever editor, I leave the bread crumbs, dead that talk Got to be quick to take the chalk from the teacher Check this equation An anthem for heads that still seek inspiration From the time when hip hop was a new sensation [Hook 2] x4 [Verse 3] Video didn't kill the radio star Like the DJ didn't kill music made with guitars And the licensing cops have a shuttle to clubs, yeah Yo check it, downloading music didn't wreck it The fans are more connected, they get it directly Just make sure that you hear me at 320 KB We put it to taste see, ain't never no maybes Sweat and dust and beers just to make this shit sound right Lo-fi, mp3, kill it with these kilobytes You really got to see it live It used to be about magnetic direct drives, and diamonds tips Five cents on the cartridge so we don't skip [Hook 2] x2