Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 50 Years, artist - All Natural.
Date of issue: 31.05.1998
Song language: English
50 Years |
Now everybody |
Fast forward to the future, the year, 2−0-4−4 |
And let me tell you what’s in store |
Just so you won’t be surprised when we blow up, before your eyes |
And when you watch my kids grow up then, you’ll realize |
That my literary talent was genetic |
Copacetic not pathetic, but poetically prophetic |
Now 50 years down the line, we gon' all look back |
And say that hip-hop, in 1995 was wack |
But then we gots it back on tracks |
And by the year of 2000, the T-N-D was housin' |
Three slammin albums, the face is on the cover of Jet |
And chillin like it wasn’t no sweat |
Production was fat, with lyrics that hit |
Had niggas steady shoutin, «Yo them kids the shit! |
Man they new jam be flam, even fatter than the last one |
And T-N-D see they ain’t never pull no fast one |
They got skill, pure intellect |
Remember back in ninety-eight when they dropped 'Cashin Checks'? |
Yo word em up that was the summertime anthem |
I’ll be playin checkers, drinkin Geritol and just lampin |
Mackin to the biddies at the bingo game |
Cause even then I ain’t gon' show no shame |
See I’ll be rockin rough in rhymes 'til I’m 70 |
In T-N-D we gots mad longevity |
Chorus: (with KRS-One sample) |
«So 50 years down the line, yeah you can start this.» |
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cause we’ll be them old school artists |
«50 years down the line.» |
{*cut and scratched repeatedly*) |
Now 50 years down the line, see I’ll be chillin |
Like it ain’t no thing, with little shorties on the swings |
Talkin bout, «My granddaddy had MAD flow |
He got some old school, year two-thousand and ten tapes |
When he was rockin the shows, and keepin it true |
Takin out your granddaddy and his punk ass crew» |
Your kid’ll get mad, but Wilt didn’t run |
But what can you say, it’s like father like son |
And so I’m maxin' in a rockin' chair, readin' the funnies |
Shorties runnin' up askin' they grandpop for money |
So I whip out a wad, and slide the brother some ends |
And tell him, «Stay away from danger, strangers and skins» |
They say, «Sure,» bust a smile real quick |
Think that grandpa’s dumb, lil' dudes ain’t slick |
Cause I was their age once, and so I know whassup |
I remember back then when I ain’t wanna grow up |
I used to kick it with my crew like twenty-fo'/seven |
And Writer’s Block rocked and all became legends |
In the hip-hop field, now they names is known |
The All-Star Durah, Atomic Ganz and Tone |
Green Weez, Rashid and The Architects |
Never heard of us then, but I was full in effect |
We would? |
and attack, to bring back the flow |
I ain’t dreamin' I ain’t braggin' I just know what I know |