lyrics
It used to sound like.
It used to sound like.
Now it sounds like.
But now it sounds like. (x2)
I remember back in the days.
DJ's spinning and they scratch and amaze.
Freestyle teams in the street, they protect turf.
No schemes in the beef, just a wet verse.
Grand flash and the furious five.
Wack crews to a minimum.
Dope is provoking them.
And the hip-hop hope is the opium.
Top pinnacle, rocking spots pivotal.
To the advancement, the movement.
Of a b-boy spinning on his cap to the music.
Send thrills through a windmill.
Ice sheets through a tight beat.
Hot coals on a bomb flow.
Bomb flows to a lost soul.
Now found in a poncho.
Now warm from the storm of the world of the hostile.
Where the mc's plugged with the crowd like a console.
Gaming. But not games when,
The cypher sparks, the MC's playpen.
Hip-hop is a jewel, not a fake gem.
The birth of a voice on which the pain swept.
It used to sound like.
It used to sound like.
Now it sounds like.
But now it sounds like. (x2)
So where we at now?
30 plus years.
Where we at now?
Let the blood smear.
It's all about the money, get that cheese.
Pockets fat, not flat, make them envy.
The new school's trynna take over.
All tired of the thugs and guns, give it a make-over.
So now we have a new wave of glam rappers.
Bright shirts and tight pants, they mad at us.
But the new never listen to the veterans.
The new wanna progress and be better than.
But the fat gold chains from the 80's.
Is tied to our ankles, dangling, flailing.
So should we learn to cut them off?
Or maybe run with it through the tall grass helping us evolve.
To solve, the re-occurring issues.
Keep our heads high, instead of down in the tissue.
Taller than Shaq standing on the Eiffel tip.
Hip-hop is a jewel, not another brick.
It used to sound like.
It used to sound like.
Now it sounds like.
But now it sounds like. (x2)
Now it sounds like.
credits
from
Sounds Like,
released February 23, 2010
Vocals: M. Adams
Production: I. Winter; M. Adams
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