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1995 - black concrete lyrics

[verse 1]
back in ’95, i was only about 7,8
b-mpin’ biggie smalls
hoping one day i could meet the greats
thinking about the only thing i cared about
to see the day
when niggas would rewind me
and they play me in c-ssette tapes
wrong
niggas copped cd’s, and mp3’s
tape decks, emcees called that a memory
b-mpin’ pharcyde in my whip was my specialty
momma turned it turn
bad language got the best of me
das efx with that real hip hop
raekwon, ice cream shit rocked non stop
b-mpin’ big l, harlem world on lock
mobb deep shook ones had the whole world shocked

[verse 2]
hip-hop was alive in the year of 95
westside of the chi where i wrote my first rhyme
it was time, back when music used to stimulate your mind
and the lyrics had a meaning up in every single line
me against the world was the number one alb-m
soul food by goodie mob had the whole world bouncin
infamous mobb deep kept a nigga on his feet
and i can’t forget my niggas eightball and mjg
95 hip-hop was at the top of its pinnacle
krs-one, raekwon, nas, mystikal
rappers these days substance is invisible
and every diss song fabricated, it’s subliminal
d-mn! why they wanna stick me for my paper?
d-mn! why the hell you gotta be a hater?
hip-hop was alive back in 1995
sometimes i just wish i could travel back in time

[verse 3]
back in the days when i was young
i’m not a kid anymore
in 95, i had my single
in mom and pop stores
like ddl and fam bam
hot d-mn, z-90
played my jams
as a report to local artists
emcees went bar for bar to see who was the hardest
late night cyphers, pullin all nighters
how many mics do we rip on the daily?
like l-boogie, i said many many many
dudes were tryin to holler in their d-ckie suits
in they chevy’s, b-mpin snoop dogg, gin and juice
i’m silhouette, something like poetic justice when i bust this
like two blocks, rest in peace to 2pac
and i can’t forget biggie
and every other emcee
who came before me
and put hip-hop in me
busta-bust had us sayin woo-ha!
in 96, missy hit em with the eeeeeeee!
they say hip-hop is dead
but i just think it’s in a coma
we came to revive it
drive it back around the corner
lyrical resuscitation
is what we came to do
so i won’t have to reminisce over you
my god…

[hook]
do you remember 1995?
or maybe you forgot
cause you be gettin so high (so high)
i remember 1995
cause that’s around the time
that c-ssette tapes died
yo yo, see i remember 1995
watchin darkwing duck
as i’m working on my rhymes (my rhymes)
the golden era helped me stay alive
it’s 2013 but 95 is on my mind (my mind)
do you remember 1995?
back when hip-hop used to stimulate your mind (stimulate your mind)
i remember 1995
young kid rippin beats in the crib, writing rhymes (writing rhymes)

[verse 4]
da brat gave it to you funkdafied
and i was trippin’
cause her hairstyle was similar to mine
had a female crew
we called ourselves do or die
walking around with black hoodies
hollering 6-1-9
if you couldn’t bust a freestyle i called you wack
those was the days
yo we tryin’ to bring hip-hop back

[verse 5]
the rza, the gza
the hit ’em with the wu (wu!)
timbaland stompin
muddy trenches with the roots
ini was droppin’ fire
when they spittin in the cypher
growing up i was a youngin’
knowin’ beats i would decipher
light the, spliff on the fire if you wanna
the underground has risen on the block around the corner
told ya

[verse 6]
and trust me, you can get it if you wanna
lyrical homicide with the rhymes
it’s a ??
talkin swag in 95
you woulda been a loner
hip-hop is my liquor
and i’m hardly ever sober
punchlines wicked in the morning like folgers
disrespect the craft and you might be a goner
see, i remember 1995
sometimes, man i wish i could go back in time

brother, you remember 1995?
yeah, yeah, i remember 1995
yeah, yeah, i remember 1995
black concrete
keeping hip-hop alive

- black concrete lyrics

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