Way Back (109 Emcees) Lyrics

Aye yo, listen, I'm bootcamping at the group home, right

Blah, zay, blah, and all that

I'm ready to flex

I'm about to slay like Kay

Mister, you can't even see what's about to go down, man

SMG, Bitter Harvest, drop it

These cats don't know nothing about old school, man

Nothing about old school, you feel me

These cats walking past

Pioneers of the game, ain't even giving it up

Mainstream ain't even paying these cats no mind

Is y'all stupid, man, they built hip-hop

From the ground up, it was just a idea

So I'ma pay tribute

Yo, I'm an Outcast

My exhibit is raw

Nevertheless, I kept it Dougie Fresh

Yes, yes, y'all

To the beat, y'all

I beat y'all

Y'all beat par

You MC Lyte

I'm Heavy D in these streets, dawg

No matter the season, got Salt and Pepa on me

Shakin' the hard white, black block

Restin' on me, I Pete Rock the CL

Smooth got revenue with his Beastie Boys

They call him the Rock Steady Crew

We ride Chevy, cop heavy

I got Fetty too

Mos Def it was Common

I Chubb Rocked heavy jewels

I'm about the Dead Prez, Half a mil to a mil

Push the wheels through the Ville

From Cypress to Sugar Hill

By the spot, had Shante on the block all day

You JJ Fad'n, I want the rocks and Shante

We in the Jungle, brothers singing to the sergeant

See

My glock make music

I Bone Thugs in Harmony

Bullets Kiss niggas, make them hug the concrete

Cheek to street, him and the concrete

Beyond arm reach

He tried to Snoop, couldn't touch a dime

A leader of the new

I run D's MCs, now Busta Rhymes

Male or female, I Rakim and her

Your team suck

My queen, do her King Just what

And that's a natural fact

For all the pioneers, I'm going way back

Way back, way back, way back

Yeah, and that's a natural fact

For all the pioneers, I'm going way back

Yo, I used to be a Public Enemy with criminals running around

Once mainstream, now I'm digital underground

I G-Rap, G-Packs

Who said it's all Brooklyn

From BK to AZ, my Ghetto Boys push it

I'm Gangstarr

I Cold Crush Brothers, bring the noise

Chicks saying they love my Flavor Flav, yeah boi

We in NWA's

They BMW crazed

Easy on the E ma

You ain't coming today

I don't Kid and Play

Hey, I'm slicker than Rick with my ruler

Look, little mama, this Big Daddy Kane will ruin ya

You need Dr. Dre to get biz on ya

So I slide to your crib and drop a few Crustified Dibs on ya

Nice and Smooth when I'm doing it

Kool like Herc, nasty like Nas

These chicks are Ludacris

I guess I'm just an Ultramagnetic MC

My polarity pulls the ass section to me

Plus, I'm a monster when I'm high, so if I plan on bumping her

I bring beer, 2 Pacs, and a Big L to punish her

She want Mo' love

I'ma give her a Lil Mo

Some Cook Coke Crack, get her Jigga than before

Eminems in the left, the right stuck in my pocket

Master P'n this G, no limits the object

I Lost Boys on the come up

Curb chased the dope heads who was home running for a third base

My Kaotic Style, organize confusion, so before the chaos

we Mobb Deep in a herb's face

And that's a natural fact

For all the pioneers, I'm going way back, way back, way back

way back

Yeah, and that's a natural fact

For all the pioneers, I'm going way back

I'm like Africa Bambaataa my legacy wont stop

Now, if I don't drop soon, another MF's doomed

I get busy, B, you heard of me early

I usually brutally murder beats, though I curl heat and murder beef

These dumbbells, they ain't fooling me, dun

I'm a Large professor, I'll straight Schooly D 'em

I rock like T and Scott La, play ya roll

I plug one, plug two, take your Dela Soul

I'm an Old Dirty Bastard, so fresh and so clean

I Raekwon the chef niggas, Ghost face the scene

Do a Whoudini and Camp Lo

Forty bout to trace ya

My method man, to Capadonna

I'm Naughty by Nature

I do it K solo on the LL Cool

Furious Five, Fearless Four, Treacherous Three, Awesome Two

I'm the one like KRS

Grandmaster Caz on him, wild styling

Now, picture me Grandmaster Flash on him

Me and Trig, B-side, we spazzed on him

For the record, he could get ill and I'll scratch for him

Black sheep of the flock

My Lynch mob, 40 thieves tops

Ain't nothing Brand Nubian, but the cops

We Mic Geronimo rappers and hang em on the spot

Keep what I Beatnuts for they guap

Just Ice Cubes in my Ice T, the summer is hot

I Kurtis Blow the scene before police run on the block

No shit, I'm just hip to the hop