50 Years

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Capital D] 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 '98 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-*** rhymes 'til I'm 70 In T.N.D., we gots mad longevity [Chorus: Capital D & KRS-ONE sample, scratched] So 50 years down the line, yeah, you can start this "So 50 years down the line, yeah, you can start this" 'Cause we'll be them old school artists "50 years down the line..." "50 years down the line..." "50 years down the line..." "50 years down the line..." "50 years down the line..." [Verse 2: Capital D] 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 2010 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, ***-whoopeded and run But what can ya 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 what's up I remember back then when I ain't wanna grow up I used to kick it with my crew like 24/7 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 Greenweedz, Rashid, and The Architects Never heard of us then, but I was full in effect We would enact and attack, to bring back the flow I ain't dreamin', I ain't braggin', I just know what I know, so yo – [Chorus: Capital D & KRS-ONE sample, scratched] So 50 years down the line, you can start this "So 50 years down the line, yeah, you can start this" 'Cause we'll be them old school artists "50 years down the line..." "50 years down the line..." "50 years down the line..." "50 years down the line..." "50 years down the line, you can start this" "You can start this" "You can start this" "You can start this" "You can start this" "You can start this" "You can start this"