But You Don't Hear Me Tho - Statik Selektah, The Lox, Mtume

Motherfucker, this ain’t back in the day

Statik what up?

LOX in this joint

This ain’t back in the day

Yeah

Mother--, mother--

Motherfucker, 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 (Boogie Down Productions)

In April had to hustle hard to get fresh for Easter

Instead of celebrating Christ, I beat the noose twice

And fucked some lil' bitch 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 fuck that

Yo, I like that new money, shit done 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 hear me though

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 bistro the 808

Told the owner Sal, veggies in a

I used to freestyle for for a bottle of blue

No MTA cards, hoping the turnstile

Catch the train on 'em

Get your ass 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, lit weed, and y’all go and knock the grams off

Had to have hands or your shit was getting ran, dawg

45 that was 10, yo

Thank God for this rap shit, clearly though

Back in the days, shit 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

But you don’t hear me though

Niggas 'cross town tryin' to bomb me, I had the certified on me

'Fore I knew it was foul, the

Caught you doing some bullshit, they tell your mami

Win, lose or draw, gotta go out if a nigga try me

When Jenny hooked up with Lionel, I had the Sugarhill vinyl

Before crack hit, it was just winos

Ride to Louis Park jams with no shooting

When nigga’s pops was hooping, 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’ma 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.

what?

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

Motherfucker, this ain’t back in the day

This ain’t back in the day

Mother--, mother--

Motherfucker, 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