For Old Time Sake Video (MV)

Word to your mother, I'm urban and gutter
But I be damned if you motherf*ckers have heard of another
Person exerting the fervor I'm working Serving this butter
Its kinda like a curse, I'm sure that I be hurting my brother
With all these words that I utter others they heard em and shudder
What will they do for protection I got em searching for rubbers
One of the things I say to do would be to purchase a hummer
Lock the doors and don't resurface till summer
Be sure to discover you're worthless the scum of the earth is Above ya
And my purpose since birth is to perfectly snub ya
Of any accolades my rap it stays sharp like surgical cutters
Put them under covers up in hearses and ovens
Your best flows still worser than verses I stutter
I stay elevated like sun or magic Persians that hover
Done a whole lot of coming like a virgin that nut up
Whack emcees I'm the human version of shut up

Let's give 'em something to feel
Now Take em back to the days when the music was real
For old time sake
Let's give 'em something to feel

I love the feeling of touching the crowd
Just like elevator buttons going up and then down
Bobbing they noggin from the bombs that I got tucked in my crowd
The opposite of stuck in the ground
Like aliens abducting a child
I love the feeling of inner divinity
Giving me liberty literally how I live until I kick it see
My visions they get to me mystery rips at me
Anybody with me gets to sit and witness the victory
I love the feeling of dropping a gem
All over the public they love I'm a popular trend
I speak loud, like opera men
But I never where a tux I be rocking them Tims
I love the feeling killing a track, what's realer than that
Taking an emcee drilling his cap and pealing it back
I flip lids through the ceiling like I'm dealing the crack
And put you underground like where J Dilla is at

For old time sake
Let's give 'em something to feel
Now Take em back to the days when the music was real
And just chill, we came to give em what they want right
No front type all I need is one mic
Keep keeping it live and real high
This for old time sake we do it to get by
Rock the premises non stop we reminisce
On top defending this hip hop forever

I found a light right inside of my body bright as the smile of the Dalai Lama
Precise as the site of my shotty, drama don't be happening when I'm rapping
'cuz my style is the Gotti of honor, I got a mob of scholars they job be to follow my orders
I Apollo the chorus meaning I hollow the forest of emcees with my hook and burn it down to the poorest
Common denominator dominate your kind for not accommodating common nature
Good god I gotta chase ya, 'cuz I'm designed to praise ya,
But all the time I waste I'm trying to find a finer place for
Me to lay my seed and breed my dime a child and grace her
With the presence and the essence of the life and pay her severance with these sessions of mic,
I kneel down in reverence but I still question my life, its like confession tonight
The rich are the weak the poor are the strong I fall at the feet of weary legs that be sore in the palms
Moms that read psalms and carry water she walk for ten miles for a clean drink and wouldn't swallow a drop
Before she reached her small little hut and all of her sons
Get em a drink, yeah, all em at once, before all of them guns
Storm the village guerrillas kill storm and pillage, I look up to little children that get still-born in prisons
I'm still torn from visits into my sub-consciousness and forced to live in this money hungry system full of whores and villains
My chore is diligent but I remorse the militant mother *** that questions my killer rapport for filling in
The uninformed with realer shit, I relish it, telling kids with eloquence how to form the fellowship