Hip Hop Nostalgia

Hip Hop Hooray –

Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hooray! (Hey)

From Kriss Kross to Rick Ross a long list to Say (Hey)

I fell in Love with Hip Hop, Bone Thugs I missed Off (Hey)

No Rappers wearing Lip Gloss, Beefing over Tik Tok’s (Hey)

There's many people putting pen to paper,,,

Pretend proclaim that,,,

They are the main act, I don’t debate that, or entertain that,,,

You’d need a ventilator, to deal with my kind of rhyming,

I kind of like it, I’m quite enticing, with my pen or typing,

& If you analyse it,,,

& break it down the writing, memorise it, need to emphasise

You need to step aside quick,,,

Those with jealous eyes antagonising,,

I recognise it, as a form of pain & wishing you could do what I did,

So close your eyelids,,,

& just enjoy the music, Therapeutic, Don’t confuse it,

Whether its Acoustic, Say it with me…

93 Till Infinity –

I get inspired by the music that is timeless,

Time & time again not knowing

What goes on behind this sit in silence I’m writing so much,,

Give myself arthritis,,,

Writers block,,,

Stop to try capture it, by accident I lost it,,,

Practising till the early hours,,,

38 hours later,,,

My paper scribble on is dirty like the River Mersey,

Now to make a,,, ,,

Track

Create a,

Rap,

That’s impeccable

Smash your whole skeletal,,,

Structure as I muster my rhyme patterns that will crush ya,

Spontaneous human combustion no interruption,

As the lyrics begin dust em,,, (Dustin)

Like Hoffman,,,

Become a custom to verbal arrangement

This verse is amazing, as I burn up the pages,

Often placing my words in a coffin,,,

Leaving whole audience sitting in awe,

What I deliver is raw,

Leaving you stiff as a board,,,

Or rigor mortis,

Allow me to help you pick up your jaw,,

I’m always coming 1st

Competition sitting in 4th

2nd Would be my own clone,,,, 3rd would be the clone of the 2nd,,,

Even Battling E.Ts tell to phone home,

Every milli second I kill the record,,

My illustration,,

Is visual, picture people performing every syllable,,,

A standing ovation from every individual

With Minimal effort I reckon with just lyrics

Acapella I can tell ya,

Camp Lo – Luchini –

Introducing phantom of the dark

Walk through my heaven with levitation

From reefers, drenching divas in E7

Showboatin' with Rugars,,

Flash vines, Belafonte vigor

Lets skate for what it's worth

As we confiscate your figures,

So how did,, I manage to leave you astounded,

With a style so nostalgic, With words you struggle to pronounce it, dumb it down, denounce it,,

Dumbfounded nowadays, music overcrowded with people sounding, like someone’s drowning or shouting,,,

How did we allow it,,

Going from this to that, the aristocrats, sell you the picture, point the finger watch the system crash,

So keep your distance,

In case you missed it, my linguistics describe it as gifted,

Within minutes, I’ll show you my quickest,

So back to business, like the lockdown is lifted,

So what’s the difference,,

Between Me & you, My CPU, Within my brain is defeating you (De – Feet)

Without no Tetra - Amelia malformation, proceeding to, impress ya,,

The upper echelon, of writing is here to test ya gone,,

In 60 seconds, Faster than Telsas, talking backwards on records,

Records on backwards talking Reckless,

Camp Lo – Coolie High –

It’s raining happydays

I'm floating through atmosphere & learning,

I’m thinking the good times only sometimes we be searching,,

For every single person, we have lost along this journey

Reminiscing for certain, Never forget them it’s urgent,

So if we close our eyelids,, imagination is why this,,

This type of music is timeless, especially if you buy this,

Sit in silence, go back & listen & rewind this,,,

So that it can remind us, of a time in our life when everything was alright,

This the moment of elevation,,

Fed up of waiting,, procrastinating, watching my dreams evaporating,,

Go back to when rap was so captivating,,, My cds were wrapped in a plastic casing,,,

After paying,, with my pocket money I saved up, yes I would stay up,

Before anybody had any idea,, hoping that they wouldn’t wake up,

So I came up, with my own music in 2003, recorded 5 songs in a few hours,

Me & Ma double T, in 2005 i made a compilation cd, named it the virus, I was, hoping it would get us signed up,

Fast Forward 8 years later,,, not one signature on piece or paper, still hoping one day I would make it, but losing patience,

Put out an another album called it Anxiety,

3 years after that, surprisingly, did a song with Bone I know inspired me,

To carry on pursuing my dreams,

Making music, not make excuses,

Just give me the music is all I need,

De La Soul – Breakadawn

It’s time flip the coin,, join the minimum wage,

Change, my equilibrium no need to get annoyed,

Well try enjoy it,,

The more you don’t avoid it, the music is

So flamboyant, Oscar De La Hoya,

They way bringing my punchlines, destroy ya,,,

Right before ya very eyes, the voyeur of music,,

Sort of a nuisance,, I call it amusing you call it abusive,

Leaving you hanging around like nooses I thought you knew this,,,

So don’t confuse it,, like contradicting them, too sick with them, too quick for them,

My method of madness, will cripple them with riddles,

My pencil will scribble,, sentimental lyrics exorcise the devils spirit,

While I’m exercising tempers rising,,

Precisely 10% of my ability, can make you lividly, see picture I am painting lyrically,

The other 90, will make you wonder if God almighty, blessed me & re designed me,

With every rapper all from the 90s.