Real Generation

[illpoppa]

let me take it back in the day
appriciate the style that we made
when kool moe d was still rockin them shades
when niccas wasint trippin on the king of the south
when new york was the only niccas runnin the house
it was mc battles, pop lockin and breakdance
now its beef, crip walkin and gang rags
you youngins stain fast and lack in a verse
pretend to freestlye when i know its rehearsed
and everybody spittin out the same azz shiit
who's cockin them thangs back and who's ass did they hit
who's ice hangs lower look at my cars
never who is better over 25 bars
so yall young cats can talk all the shiit that you want
just get back in line cuz real boss's dont front.