Check, check, check
We take it back like
Ridin large
In the old red Tracker
Herringbone necklaces on
Yo
[Verse 1: Rapsody]
Ride large like Professor, yeah we all feel the pressure
Reach the middle ground, want the money and the message
In our music
But, the ones that ask the questions
They get no answers
Give a damn about the essence
So, why stress the sessions
Just say whats your mind yo
So I'mma kick the lines yo
Till all of yall arrested
Cuffin' wit my bars
Doubled up just like the necklace
They wear around they necks
To show they checks is all the deafest
Unheard of, my word of, 9th Wonder told me wreck it
My drive Daytona 5, Ghost, never do they see um
Im up early, buttering toast
You eating Wheaties
Tryna get my thoughts together from dreams on posturepedies
I had last night
Holding the mic like I was TD(E)D on CD yo my rhymes
Could go for OT, I dont stop for nobody
Its rigamortis the rapper
Pouring out liquor for niggas I out rapped up
Means nothing
They wanna hear stories that can relate
They wanna hear stories about your life, about your day
Anything on my mind, I know here I can relay
So, when I feel stress I come here and fade away
[Hook]
In the drums
Like I did when I was young
In the drums
Just kickin it, bum ba bum
In the drums
Like I did when I was young
In the drums, bum ba bum
[Verse 2: Rapsody]
Don't over think what you think that they thinking
Am I too lyrical? Is it too simple? Im sinking
Out of the zone, my attitude now fuck what you think
About to go all the way in, I give a damn about your minks
Deferred from the furs and the money
If the shrinks come with the deals that you ink
That niggas sign without a blink
Dont bond with me well, like males in all pink
Strong minded, frail shit, the lyrical Darlene
It was never all rosie, yo these niggas all goldies
They slave to the oldies, the presidents, just thinks
This real life rap, money, power, theres nothing else
A lot of sex, drug usage and rapping about wealth
Ain't not balance in this system no more
We ain't well
Ain't a rapper on the radio wit stories to tell
Hip Hop never died, yo
The radio failed
Now the powers with the people
Wonder if they can tell
Just some change for your thoughts
Like those in the well
Yo, I kick for you all and take it back for a spell
[Hook]
In the drums
Like I did when I was young
In the drums
Just kickin it, bum ba bum
In the drums
Like I did when I was young
In the drums, bum ba bum
[Verse 3:]
Columbine, we scary youth
They dont know how to react
With the drums start to swing
And it feel like 96
We the truth
Rocking Juice apparel
Boxes and rings
Gold fingers, gold thinkers
Young Pharaohs and queens
Brooklyn and Queens
Classic New York sound
Back on the scene
Shouts to Jamla, Pro Era
Boom bap in our veins
Got me Sparking
Taking me farther back on memory lane
Cleaning, freestyling, I'm only age 12 in my frame
Catching the rhythm
Was the mission
Now we living our dreams
Conditions not extreme
No need for TV screens
It seems we back to slinging
Dope product is back
On the block
I never forgot
Where the feeling was
[Hook]
In the drums
Like I did when I was young
In the drums
Just kickin it, bum ba bum
In the drums
Like I did when I was young
In the drums, bum ba bum
[Intro] Check, check, check We take it back like Ridin large In the old red Tracker Herringbone necklaces on Yo [Verse 1: Rapsody] Ride large like Professor, yeah we all feel the pressure Reach the middle ground, want the money and the message In our music But, the ones that ask the questions They get no answers Give a damn about the essence So, why stress the sessions Just say whats your mind yo So I'mma kick the lines yo Till all of yall arrested Cuffin' wit my bars Doubled up just like the necklace They wear around they necks To show they checks is all the deafest Unheard of, my word of, 9th Wonder told me wreck it My drive Daytona 5, Ghost, never do they see um Im up early, buttering toast You eating Wheaties Tryna get my thoughts together from dreams on posturepedies I had last night Holding the mic like I was TD(E)D on CD yo my rhymes Could go for OT, I dont stop for nobody Its rigamortis the rapper Pouring out liquor for niggas I out rapped up Means nothing They wanna hear stories that can relate They wanna hear stories about your life, about your day Anything on my mind, I know here I can relay So, when I feel stress I come here and fade away [Hook] In the drums Like I did when I was young In the drums Just kickin it, bum ba bum In the drums Like I did when I was young In the drums, bum ba bum [Verse 2: Rapsody] Don't over think what you think that they thinking Am I too lyrical? Is it too simple? Im sinking Out of the zone, my attitude now fuck what you think About to go all the way in, I give a damn about your minks Deferred from the furs and the money If the shrinks come with the deals that you ink That niggas sign without a blink Dont bond with me well, like males in all pink Strong minded, frail shit, the lyrical Darlene It was never all rosie, yo these niggas all goldies They slave to the oldies, the presidents, just thinks This real life rap, money, power, theres nothing else A lot of sex, drug usage and rapping about wealth Ain't not balance in this system no more We ain't well Ain't a rapper on the radio wit stories to tell Hip Hop never died, yo The radio failed Now the powers with the people Wonder if they can tell Just some change for your thoughts Like those in the well Yo, I kick for you all and take it back for a spell [Hook] In the drums Like I did when I was young In the drums Just kickin it, bum ba bum In the drums Like I did when I was young In the drums, bum ba bum [Verse 3:] Columbine, we scary youth They dont know how to react With the drums start to swing And it feel like 96 We the truth Rocking Juice apparel Boxes and rings Gold fingers, gold thinkers Young Pharaohs and queens Brooklyn and Queens Classic New York sound Back on the scene Shouts to Jamla, Pro Era Boom bap in our veins Got me Sparking Taking me farther back on memory lane Cleaning, freestyling, I'm only age 12 in my frame Catching the rhythm Was the mission Now we living our dreams Conditions not extreme No need for TV screens It seems we back to slinging Dope product is back On the block I never forgot Where the feeling was [Hook] In the drums Like I did when I was young In the drums Just kickin it, bum ba bum In the drums Like I did when I was young In the drums, bum ba bum Explain Request ×
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