Whayback Lyrics - Artifact

[El Da Sensai] 

I calculate that eighty-five was the year 

I first grabbed the pen, daydreamin of the cheers 

Ahead from rockin shows, no Girbauds that sag 

The windbreaker suits and backspins that was mad 

I stress progress roll joints at my rest 

til the ill wee hours, and I knew it was the best 

I hit mad spots, many crews got dropped 

While I was gettin props niggaz was dealin on the block 

Stayin in crib on the weekends was Marley Marl 

was freakin the cuts Mr. Magic was speakin 

That's how I got my first taste, makin tapes 

til the rhyme skill was great and my style would escalate 

Practice made my perfect tactics 

Now my dap gets clap, cause I'm the rap snap fanatic 

But now in nine-trey I got the T-Ray track 

And my trunks, my roots are growin styles from whayback 

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[Tame One] 

I flash back to fat Kangol hats, with plastic 

Back when steppin on kicks in eighty-six got your ass kicked 

Bombers and sheepskins, were common when I first started rhymin 

Still I found time to go bombin 

Me and my pals rocked Cazals with no glass 

Dark flavored Clarks, Lee Denims off the ass 

Back when Mr. Magic had it goin all the way on 

the beat with BDP, added flavor like a crayon 

Indeed MC's would represent with the skills 

But now in ninety-three a lot of them can get the dillz 

It seems like a little sumthin missin in the mix 

But now I got a deal, so it's up to me to fix 

When niggaz put me up on, with funky raps to cut on 

Word is BOND, if I hear another wack rap song 

I might snap and it's an actual fact 

that I'ma kick it like that, cause this is strictly bout the whayback 

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[El Da Sensai] 

Aww man damn, whayback, things was kinda fat 

Had the Godfather knot, a Starter hat, things are kinda wack 

now, packed up, my cardboard and stepped away 

I didn't have a choice, the culture was slayed 

B.D. had died, and things were dissapearin 

The West coast was here and all these wack beats appearin 

DJ's were breakin down record store doors 

to get the Biz Dance and the Chante Moore's 

Peace to Buck Four, Rocksteady on the floor 

New York and Dynamic crews plus many more 

Remember the time when you didn't pack a nine 

Niggaz just came to hear some, funky ass rhymes 

But all of that's over, cause brothers wanna act up 

No clubs to go to, they'll just pack rap up 

That's how the media wants it to stop 

So peep the verse and last showin of Graffiti Rock 

So check it, the brothers wanna wreck it 

To get what's expected, cause hip-hop, should be respect 

Gotta get it back, to get it on track 

Artifacts kickin styles illy on the whayback 

[Tame One] 

Like back when my Timberlands were only size sixes 

I used to take pictures shootin spitballs at bitches 

Cross New Jersey Transit just to see a rapper kick it 

But now I ain't with it, cause niggaz just ain't worth the ticket 

Shit man, I remember jams that were slammin 

Gettin me and my man in, was harder than backgammon 

DJ's would scratch back to back from boom baps 

And rappers with real raps, could drop shit real fat 

But now kid, as I recollect, rappers out who caught wreck 

respected, just got stuck up in my tape deck 

Real deal hip-hop, when Biz used to flip-flop 

His fat ass, on stage'd do a dance, in busted Reeboks 

Niggaz musta forgot, when real rhymes was hot 

Cause now if you ain't gold, you ain't got no props 

But fuck that, I'm above that, I don't play that 

The Artifacts staff drops math about the whayback 

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"It's a demo.." "Back in back in the days" 

"You gots to chill.." "Back in back in the days" 

"South Bronx" "The Bri to The Bridge" 

'South Bronx" "Back in back in the days" 

"Jimbrowski.. 

that's what it is" "Back in back in the days" 

"Like that y'all, it's like that y'all 

It's like thatta that, it's like that y'all" (4X)