Rapsody, Heather Victoria - The Drums lyrics

Check, check, check we take it back like
Ridin large in the old red Tracker
Herringbone necklaces on yo

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 don't 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

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

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
Don't 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

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

Columbine, we scary youth
They don't 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

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