Goon Bap - Snowgoons, Reef The Lost Cauze, Sicknature

I was a 80's baby raised in the 90's

I was barely touching 13 when shit got grimy

I had a ball-head army fatigue hoodie

I thought i was Sticky Fingaz my fingers stayed in some pussy

Timbs on my feet my cypher complete

On a stolen BMX looking for a cypher to eat

In the staircases 40 bottles and dutch guts, guns everywhere

Eyes burning from the dust blunts

I walk with warriors, certified street fighters

Sour Patch Kids in the corners playing street fighter

No fathers around we let the streets guide us

Lost so many brothers yeah you know the streets got us

Thank god for Hip Hop for Kane, Big and Pac for Nas and Big L

Last Emp lived up the block

Black Thought made me believe i can make it

90's shit this was my education

Hip-hop vinyl and cd stores tought me to put a needle on

A record, and learn english

When Garden of Eden gone, graffiti walls were in my headphones

I wasn’t street involved, I was writing

Or recording Yo!

MTV Raps on my VCR

It was my drug, a couple of kids in my crew

Got death certificates from drugs, while I listened to Cube

When Black Moon told me to Enta Da Stage, I wasn´t waitin

So studying Gangstarr was a Daily Operation

Felt alive among walking cadavers, hip-hop was all that would matter

Life was a bitch, but Nas was dropping Illmatic

Kris Kross fan, backwards pants, tough on the bladder

And 90's beats were harder than Bob Dole poppin Viagra

Shit would erupt, daily 12 inches were copped

Rappers in the 90's left it to Lewinsky to suck

Real hip-hop will glow forever, pray that I will flow forever

My religion is rap, thank God for the golden era