Long Time

[Hook] Oooh It's been a long time Since I been back around the way It's been a long time Let it spin let spin let it spin Since I been back around your way It's been a long time Long time long time [Verse 1: Black Thought] Struck by the luck of the draw Real life preservation, what I'm hustling for My name Black Thought, the definition of raw I was born in South Philly on a cement floor We had nothing at all, I had to knuckle and brawl They swore I'd fall or be another brick in the wall Another life full of love that lost That's silly, this Philly, y'all really ain't stoppin the bull With the pen like Willie on top of the hall Pure soul is what the city most popular for Hear the tones that will ease you Smooth as Bunny Sigler's soundtrack Keepin your head boppin and all And it's something in the water where I come from They used to sing it on the corner where I come from Making somethin outta nothing because everybody fifty cents away From a quarter where I come from Yeah the streets ain't timid but I feel at home in it Gotta see a couple people, I ain't got at in a minute Yeah, you can take a brother outta South Philly Can't take it outta him really I forever represent it [Hook] [Verse 2: Peedi Peedi] Live and direct, I don't need no mic check Remember mommy told me "Peedi, you ain't write that!" It started in the bathroom taking a dump Listening to Ultramagnetic ego tripping you won't Question my word, I'm the urban version of you chump Stomped on a different ground, sound second to none Synthesizers tweet to improvise your feet I calculated every lyric to arrive on a beat It's free, come get high on me Before a nine millimeter shell hit my pelle pelle in the P And yeah it's somethin in the water where I come from They used to sing it on the corner where I come from Making somethin outta nothing because everybody fifty cents away From a quarter where I come from It's just a natural reaction for crack to make it happen Let the pen ink sink into the paper of the pad Think back when I was younger Ghetto could have took me under but Peedi can't mess with North Philly, never had You don't know about me, you ain't stroll my streets Look familiar, I feel ya, long time no see [Hook] [Verse 3: Black Thought] Clap something but whatever you clap Clap to the record spinning while I'm taking you back To the top paper era, baby dig on that Picture the pool room where the money getters was at And street people with the feathers in the cap of their Borsalino Pulling paper as if it's a small casino I was a young boy sweeping the floors And runnin to stores But all those old heads would talk to me though About the way to clutch the eagle on a buck and tuck And if I'm down how to get back up Just survival kid, and it's a struggle worldwide, I'm positive Shit the ghetto might as well be the Gaza Strip You know where all the monsters is Street walkers, you don't see no consciousness I'm coming back to where the core of the problem is We on the job again, y'all know what time it is [Hook]