Mega Ran, Toure Masters - AA lyrics

Ayo, what the Deally
Can you come to the door
First, are you done with the chores I
Gotta run to the store
See I used to go alone but nah I
Just don’t want to no more
Since I heard my homie Moe
Got punched in the jaw
For real it’s the era of
Top Ramen and Brick Cheese
92, Rock product and slick thieves
Times is rough, characters mad shifty
Switch tees
I Need you to Take this walk with me
Emergency - I need some double A’s
My walkman killed these off brands
In a couple days
No more Rayovacs Imma need another name
Sick of Suffering I’m still
Under my mothers reign
Mayne wu Tang, dropped a classic tape
Beats were massive and of course
The raps were great turned on the radio and
Heard it Blasting late
I covered moms old cassettes with
Some masking tape - dubbed it
So I got to move
I’m already broke man, What I got to lose
Yoi know what I got to do
Cuz my tape started slowing down
Like it was Chopped and screwed
Ha, Ain’t a thing funny
I need the copper top
To keep the boy drumming
Like that pink bunny
She mad at me, I might become a casualty
Now we need a strategy to
Come up with some batteries

I don’t know what to say cause
Imma need some double A’s
Got a Walkman and new songs I wanna play
And Without my tunes
It’s gone be a bad day, hey

It’s like the young ain’t young know more
Wu tang turned a pen into a young ones sword
Always had to call next we only had one court
So i got lost in m rhyme books
And flew where my mind took
Please Don’t bump my walkman
You ain’t nothing like Tyson you
Just talk that talk man
That DMX will really have you
Hype like aw man
And when I’m done on stage they
Be leaving like aw man
I was 1 in 92 and still
I’ve never seen a third strike
Born in 91 yea you heard right
When Days were long and we
Were all inspired by rapping
Sony head phones for all of the action
Omg the reaction
Every time a new album dropped
True completion just to get that spot
You better rap boy
Wanted to know what it was like on top
Start seeing lyrics when that mic so hot
You better rap boy
Good music will make you laugh and cry
Have a problem and it will pass you by
And if you ever not happy
It will hit you and ask you why
Show you all the good things in life
The things you need to shine
And plus that push you need to grind
Provide love and a peace of mine
A good day into a beautiful night
At least until my walkman dies
I need some AAs

I don’t know what to say cause
Imma need some double A’s
Got a Walkman and new songs I wanna play
And Without my tunes
It’s gone be a bad day, hey

Music is therapeutic ask the specialists
They use it, for soothing, any hardships
I bet it’ll get you through it
I Remember what I was doing
Where I was when I heard it
Too young to identify it but
Knew that I preferred it
To the jazz and top 40 I
Had heard as a shorty
I was Geordi, couldn’t see it
But enjoyed how they forged it
It was gorgeous- such a marriage
Of lyrics and beats
The soundtrack, you would hear in the streets
I was a sponge
Ghettoblasters on the ball court bleachers
Black Moon and Kool G Rap
Comin out the speakers
All day we press play on the block
And the Best advice I got
Was keep going don’t stop
Till you get enough, put your all in a verse
Stay the course never flip like auto reverse
Times on fast forward no taking it back
Rap musics changed but I don’t
Hate on the cats
We was doin the oochie coochie
Now they making it clap
Nothing but music can Close generational gaps
Let my tape rock till my tape popped
Or until my mom say stop