Nuttin' Changed - Square One

This is the greatest sob story ever told for the old and young

Hold them tongues of epics our souls have sung

As cold as sun, harbour the rare gold in slums

Unfolding guns whenever we’ve rolled on drums

From Wildstyle, Beatstreet and Krushgroove

Where writers would cut moods on walls with something smooth

B-Boys would bust moves, bumrush fools

Fifty deep in the club, hollering Lashmoove

The Scoops & Scraps, Chuck D would shoot the facts

Griff would lose the track, sling bad news on wax!

Loop the sax dreams to boost fhe plaques

Lgnore ruthless slacks, tell me now who’s the mack?

I used tu be real abstract …

What happened to Mike Bivins or Ill All Skratch?

lt’s real …

Have you forgotten where you came from

Have you forgotten you’ve lived and got your

Name from why don’t you say out loud: Fuck Square One!

We know the routine ain’t nothing' changed son …

Have you forgotten where you came from

Have you forgotten that we almost had the game won

Why don’t you say out loud: Fuck Square One!

We know the routine ain’t nothing' changed son …

We went from skid-rows to tinted windows

Cruising in six-o's on tour hit roads

Whereever the wind blows to many zip-codes

Get head in discos, that’s how the shit goes …

Money?

Fistful, use mics as dildos

Surrounded by nymphos, lay back sip moe

Ain’t got infos, fuck it them kids know:

They want pistols, flicks with pitbulls!

The culture’s trife they want sights of rolling dice

Dykes and Dolemites, fighting poltergeists …

A soldier’s life, tighten souls on ice

Strike to alter heights with likes of Holy Christ …

We’re living in an odd scary world …

I miss them days of Sizzer with jheri curls.

lt’s real …

Have you forgotten where you came from

Have you forgotten you’ve lived and got your

Name from why don’t you say out loud: Fuck Square One!

We know the routine ain’t nothing' changed son …

Have you forgotten where you came from

Have you forgotten that we almost had the game won

Why don’t you say out loud: Fuck Square One!

We know the routine ain’t nothing' changed son …

I used to chase mini-skirts in buttoned down suits

Now they’ve seen my video and all of a sudden l’m cute!

Hustle & Shoot, girls came mobbing in groups

BK’s and Troops, us Timberland boots

We would spot paid bitches, fuck jade bitches

We laid bitches and we did trade bitches

Had a little juice so we really made bitches

My renegade bitches threw grenades at snitches …

Weed anll hash, rival crews would feel the wrath

Known to squeeze the cash, cutting MCs in halves

Beat the math, think of streets we’ve passed

Lying how we did gangbang freaks in their ass

Hoodied down, cracking a forty ounce

Now we kill the type of shit I can’t even pronounce!

Lt’s real …

Have you forgotten where you came from

Have you forgotten you’ve lived and got your

Name from why don’t you say out loud: Fuck Square One!

We know the routine ain’t nothing' changed son …

Have you forgotten where you came from

Have you forgotten that we almost had the game won

Why don’t you say out loud: Fuck Square One!

We know the routine ain’t nothing' changed son …