Things Just Ain't the Same - Masta Killa

Leather gooses, sheep skin coats and bombers

British walkers, shark skin tailor made

Playboys black suede, three finger rings

Name plate, rope chains, BVD nylon

Gazelle frames, matching with the Kangol hat

You couldn’t have that, brothers might snatch that

Flashback, 190e, with the mock neck

Lee suits, 25, nigga, we shoot

Fresh blue and white Puma or the track night

Shelltoe Adidas with the fatter, no laces

Late night, summer time jam, we in the park

DJ cutting, MC spitting his dart

A Sergio Tacchini brown suede ballet

Jay cross town to Delancey, jew the jew down

Fresh leather winter weather, maxima spoiler kit

Legendary deuce flicks, Slick Rick

Run-DMC, Jam Master Jay, hah

Wu-Tang Clan, Scott LaRock, KRS-One

Damn, brothers like Pun, hah

I had a Jaz-O tape, me and my crew, hah

Walk the avenue, sky was blue, half past two

Used to Cold Crush, M-O Dee, Treacherous Three

Spoonie Gee, Busy 'Killa' Bee

Crack never kept him high longer than five minute

Wallabee Clarks of course, silk and linen

Jumbos two for five, come and get it

Mama cried, tears of fear, when I was wilding

Saying 'please don’t wear that, people getting killed for that'

Latin Quarter, Union Square, you had to be there

The Fever, MC Global

Ripping the armory, this is hip hop to me

A few years ago, a friend of mine

He had to go away and do some time

Before I kick this rhyme that I’m about to say

I got a letter he wrote, and it went this way

Yo, let’s shoot the fair one, take it to the back of the building

A Train to the Junction where the Gods is building

Valor Fila suit, fresh from Simon’s

Canal Street jewelry, door knocker earrings

Leather skirt, Louis Vitton, Yves Saint Laurent

Polo goose weather, Benetton, Audi or the rag top Jetta

Lumberjack, mink Jew hat, suede front sweater, quarter filled leathers

Triple beams used to measure, waves to the side

Three sixty round the back, before the flat top

Stone love classics, silver hawk athlete

Live at the Biltmore, my flow cocoa libio

You can never catch my super rhyme Kurtis flow

I fifty two head to toe, crazy hummer side

Tomahawk, streets I walk, Hardy Boy sex boys take money

Rikers Isle, nobody smiling, jolly stompers

Sing Sing Spofford, TNT NARCs, they rush and try to knock us

Halloween masked up, buck fifty stitch cut

Lands of the kings and Tuts, peace Sauron

Latif, little Shareef, brother AD

High school cutting out to Coney Island Beach

I prepared this lesson at Redirection