Lyrics
Hook (Yui)
||Hook||: Let us take you back to a time before rap, before straps had guns in 'em...way before gats...back to a time when everyone swung fists and no one ever back down from a battle in the midst (x2)
Yui's verse
Yui: Ayo before there were guns, every coward would split, when they tried to underestimate the power of fists, devoured and ripped, straight up torn and battered, forced to back up, grippin' swords and daggers, gored wit axes, slashed and stormed and shattered, tortured faggits, crackin' forty lashes, then torched to ashes, inner organs splattered, leavin' corpses scattered in some morbid patterns, kats born assassins, grow up forged to practice, the important factors of an art of war to master, armour worn for fashion, and to warn the masses, scorched cadavers were never stored in caskets, sworn in action, killers swarmin' faster, if you think before you act, then that's poor reaction, get ya torso hacked in so many portions after, it's gonna take more than one morgue to have ya, knives imported, slashin' on ya foreign blasters, to cut you up quick so you ignore ya fractures, before the gats were made a form of passion, we had real fighters but extortion happened, now I'm bored of rappers, nothin' more than actors, all paid to act hard just to score at platinum, you endorsin' that? Then you support the whackness, s'why the only real stars today orbit Saturn, and fake wannabes can run once they horses stagger, real kats hold it down when the floor gets crackin', simple as that, and these are normal tactics, street fights wasn't really somethin' courts could access, every man for himself, no resorts to askin', for no help, lest you fall short and gaspin', no one ordered captures when the hordes attack, to send ya soul straight up for the Lord to grab it//
kCliPze's Verse
Before there were guns..you could hear the swords clash/
no fours clapped no drive bys just fighting on horse back/
and course rap was better..cuz dope cats were clever to record tracks..to settle/
any beef that arised..no theivin and lies..simply just speaking at guys/
werent tryna beat em to die..just tryna beat em inside/
and weaken the pride..when both sides of speeches were scribed/
at least both catz could expect to leave wit lives..but now people can die/
just for speakin another emcees name..its senseless gain/
and senseless pain..rap was meant to reign/
on the music industry..not meant for useless injury/
fueds and infamy..crews and enemys but instead dudes relentlessly/
Clap guns and blast snubs, to bash thugs..who raps crush..
they lyrical talents..this shit is wild..im talkin 'feral imbalance'/
when niggas is scared of challenge..but not fearin the malice/
thinkin they can make artists perish in silence..nah/
thats not wat was meant to be..not the vision..at least not for this century/
gangsta rap was introduced senselessly...and annoying the same/
cuz now dope artists feel deaths the only way to be enjoying they fame/
and so the ploy will remain, rappers will decide to leave they best for last/
cuz they afraid of catz wit techs and gats/
hate to say it but loOk how pacs death done messed up rap/
im vexed in fact so i plan to prove something..
that violence proves nothing..and most you dudes frontin/
if you think otherwise..how can u take pleasure when mothercries
or a brother sighs with pain and deceit..are yall to aimless to see
your actions are insane and just weak..im bout to break through you creeps/
who think im hatin the streetz..dont get it twisted im just hatin..you brainless emcees/
who need a gun to settle your differences
