The Years

Lyrics

[Intro] Let's take 'em back The makings of a king Go back in time Check it out, yeah, yo [Verse 1] Yow Dreams come true but not for sleepers When I was 9, I got a boombox and knocked the speakers Beasties rockin', finger poppin' girlies by the bleachers Feigning for the Jordan ones but couldn't cop the sneakers I had the [?] prior to the [?] In Little League I prayed to Jesus I would be a major leaguer But spring fever got replaced by the taste of beaver Before long, a bag of chickenheads and blazing reefa I ran the streets and learned to find my way through shiesty rackets Rocking Cortez classics and black Nike jackets Before my dudes was dead or locked up in the psychiatrics I wrote these rhymes and foreshadowed that I might be at this My theatrics beginning, I started penning what I been in Drinking gin and chewing gum, sticking the cinnamon Smoking blunts, washing dishes, minimum wage Wrote some day I'm gonna make it with this pen and a page I'm saying... [Hook] The years, the- the- the years The years, the- the- the years I twist the bottlecap, provide a little Hennesy In the stairs for my peers in their memory The years, the- the- the years The years, the- the- the years For years I had felt I was roaming in a cemetery My own worst, now I'm [?] my enemies [Verse 2] I left to New York at 18, left where I grew up Right before the kids around the way started to shoot up Pumpin' E pills back and forth with the dust Took the bus back to Mass', drop my class, stack my loot up Moving with them DMS kids, so now I'm crewed up Me and Damn One drinking beers, getting screwed up Laying down rhymes on the samples he would flip Doing dips, turn tables and a mic, no computer No booth from the rooftops, I walked in my tube socks, smoking oowops My boombox breaks from doo-wop tapes, and Tupac's great Shortly after Biggie was killed It was apparent to me then I'd need malevolent will If I wanna make it, either that or head for the hills My connect knocked, that cut off the bread for the pills But my habits getting bigger and I'm head over heels That's when everybody figured I'd be dead or in jail [Hook] The years, the- the- the years The years, the- the- the years I twist the bottlecap, provide a little Hennesy In the stairs for my peers in their memory The years, the- the- the years The years, the- the- the years For years I had felt I was roaming in a cemetery My own worst, now I'm [?] my enemies [Verse 3] So I came back home, I'm half dead but still determined Addiction was clicking, but gears in my head, they were turning And I ain't have a nickel but a flicker of the fire that was burning through Turned into a ball of flames, in the winter, the furnace blue Friends is on the fringes, binging on syringes Relentless every sentence with my mental in the trenches Gangsters putting dollars in they [?] through my project Got a penchant for some violence and it's senseless with no logic So this is how it has to be, trapped in a catastrophe Robbed the studio with gats and now the cats is after me Really for no reason, but they gassed up on a half a key That ain't no embellishment, I'm telling you it's actually Before this dude had a chance to put a cap in me He got popped for a robbery and taken off in shackles, B I started Volume 1, it's crazy how the past repeat 'Cause that's the same robbery The Town would re-enact with me [Outro] It's crazy...