But You Don't Hear Me Tho (Explicit) Lyrics
But You Don't Hear Me Tho (Explicit) - Statik Selektah/The Lox/Mtume
I've never told ay man the language brother
Motherf**ker this ain't back in the day
Statik what up
Lox in this joint
This ain't back in the day
Yeah
Mother mother
Motherf**ker this ain't back in the day
This ain't back in the day
Back back in the day
But you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me though
Bumping that Statik with the automatic on my hip
Blue whip navy paper plane no I ain't a crip
We used to have the hallway fired up smoking reefer
Yeah I went to school but KRS was
The teacher
And Abel had to hustle hard to get fresh for Easter
Instead of celebrating Christ I beat the noose twice
And f**ked some lil' b**th on the steps
I do reps with these new rappers it's cool though
They UFC I'm still judos
They high right now I'm like kudos
But f**k that
Yo I like that new money sh*t don't changed on the block
So I don't reminisce even though I love Pete rock
I give you bars no microwave rap
I can take it down south but it's gon' be my version of trap
Don don the god money is long
I can't judge an artist off one song but you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me though
But you don't
This ain't back in the days
If it was the niggas sound different and give you a pound different
I don't hate the trap but give me that boom bap
Yeah the 808 eating at the beats through the 808
Told the owner Sal veggies in a pal
I used to freestyle for opt for a bottle of blue now
No MTA cards hopping the turnstile
Catch the train on 'em
Get your a** whooped you brought the pain home
The days when you knocked on your man's door
Yelled to the window so he could come outside
Drink a 40 like w**d and y'all go and knock the grams off
Had to have hands or your sh*t was getting ran dawg
Grive and no hand was in the send yo
45 in the wool that was 10 yo
Thank god for this rap sh*t clearly though
Back in the days sh*t was real but you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me though
Yeah
Niggas 'cross town tryin' to bomb me I had the certified on me
'Fore I knew it was foul the hard soul army
Caught you doing some bullsh*t they tell your mommy
Win lose or draw gotta go out if a ni**a try me
When jenny hooked up with Lionel I had the sugar hill vinyl
Before crack hit it was just winos
Ride to Louis park jams with no shooting
When ni**a's pops was hoping heavy prostitution
Pirate radio was officially on deck
Staying up late night with the tissue and the cassette
Hip hop is everything I got
Around this time I was hooked on the king of rock
I just wanna rap I'm go give this thing a shot
Looking back I done never thought that this thing'll pop
Nah right now I'm proud to be a part of the family
And you standing there just looking at me
But you don't hear me
But you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me though
Motherf**ker this ain't back in the day
This ain't back in the day
Mother mother
Motherf**ker this ain't back in the day
This ain't back in the day
Back back in the day
But you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me though