Soul Khan - For That lyrics
[Soul Khan - For That lyrics]
Before terrorism had arisen to fight
I'd stay up for The Wake Up
Show and I'd listen at night
Just to know what was officially tight
Get it cassetted
Made my fat tapes while classmates
Sweated for extra credit
But me, son? Forget it, I achieved under
Now suckers shit bricks whenever
I breathe thunder
But, I wasn't always down with
What cool cats were doing
Couldn't cop Jordans, I rocked Patrick Ewings
Damn, I was a shoe-in for the nerdiest
Four-eyed geek who was the wordiest
But turned impervious
When the cipher got open
Assholes stopped provoking
Quoting Soul Khan cause I was
More than just a token
Melanin deficient fellow with an
Eloquence and vision
Feeling them hello kittens but they
Were so seldom licking
Probably got you thinking, "damn
He's attached" but hip hop kept me afloat
After the family collapsed
The panic attacked
My father didn't plan to come back
But the boom bap never let my sanity crack
No the boom bap never let my sanity crack
Yeah, the boom bap gets mad dap for that
If it wasn't for the records you gave me
Don't know which way that life would take me
The 1-2, 1-2 that raised me
I'mma play you 'til they crossfade me
I never thought I'd make song a for this
But here I go with a jawn for that
Here I go with a jawn for that
End of the day, I did it all for that
So even though I'm the golden era's grandson
It ain't fair to say we
Don't compare to that one
I thought they called it the past
Cause all of it passed
(Can I kick it?) Damn
I shouldn't bother to ask if it's new
Some of you won't put your hands up to it
I love the old school
But, I ain't handcuffed to it
But, I can't keep just
Rapping about rapping without
Feeling a little vomit in the
Back of my mouth too much to address and
The youth's unimpressed
It's hard enough today to speak
To you in the flesh
To the youngins that are plugged
In the subject we're discussing
Remember that it's more than just
A mumble and percussion
It's rats in the front room
And roaches in the back
It's two dope boyz steady posting in the 'lac
It's Bonita Applebaum that we're
Hoping to attract
And the boom bap gets mad dap for that
Peace to my man Elaquent on the beat
Peace to DJ Roc Raida peace to Mr magic
Peace to the incredible
Inimitable James Yancey
Peace to you, my good friend Hip-Hop
I'd stay up for The Wake Up
Show and I'd listen at night
Just to know what was officially tight
Get it cassetted
Made my fat tapes while classmates
Sweated for extra credit
But me, son? Forget it, I achieved under
Now suckers shit bricks whenever
I breathe thunder
But, I wasn't always down with
What cool cats were doing
Couldn't cop Jordans, I rocked Patrick Ewings
Damn, I was a shoe-in for the nerdiest
Four-eyed geek who was the wordiest
But turned impervious
When the cipher got open
Assholes stopped provoking
Quoting Soul Khan cause I was
More than just a token
Melanin deficient fellow with an
Eloquence and vision
Feeling them hello kittens but they
Were so seldom licking
Probably got you thinking, "damn
He's attached" but hip hop kept me afloat
After the family collapsed
The panic attacked
My father didn't plan to come back
But the boom bap never let my sanity crack
No the boom bap never let my sanity crack
Yeah, the boom bap gets mad dap for that
If it wasn't for the records you gave me
Don't know which way that life would take me
The 1-2, 1-2 that raised me
I'mma play you 'til they crossfade me
I never thought I'd make song a for this
But here I go with a jawn for that
Here I go with a jawn for that
End of the day, I did it all for that
So even though I'm the golden era's grandson
It ain't fair to say we
Don't compare to that one
I thought they called it the past
Cause all of it passed
(Can I kick it?) Damn
I shouldn't bother to ask if it's new
Some of you won't put your hands up to it
I love the old school
But, I ain't handcuffed to it
But, I can't keep just
Rapping about rapping without
Feeling a little vomit in the
Back of my mouth too much to address and
The youth's unimpressed
It's hard enough today to speak
To you in the flesh
To the youngins that are plugged
In the subject we're discussing
Remember that it's more than just
A mumble and percussion
It's rats in the front room
And roaches in the back
It's two dope boyz steady posting in the 'lac
It's Bonita Applebaum that we're
Hoping to attract
And the boom bap gets mad dap for that
Peace to my man Elaquent on the beat
Peace to DJ Roc Raida peace to Mr magic
Peace to the incredible
Inimitable James Yancey
Peace to you, my good friend Hip-Hop