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Joe Budden :: Joe Budden :: #1



"#1"
  Joey!
  Let's go back in the days before your present
  Back when it was a little more pleasent
  Before I knew this rap shit would ever lure me in
  Let's go back like Mike Fox in the Delorean
  Back in the day shit, back to the basics
  When brass knuckles used to leave a nigga face ticked
  Its back to the Diadoras and the Asics
  It's back to the New Editon and The Take 6
  
  I'm Number one, one, one, one
  Damn it feels good to see hip-hop sayin somethin'
  
  Let's go way back if you able to do the math yeah
  I'm talkin' bout the pool table in the cafe yeah
  When the strip was introduce to Paruiqo
  Commodore 64 and Coleco
  Not back to Cali back to the valley
  Back to dapadere yall back to Bally's
  Back before Puma and Stange'
  Before Zhane and go a little further back to Kwame
  Damn we came a long way
  
  I'm Number one, one, one, one
  Damn it feels good to see hip-hop ?
  
  I remeber break dancin' cardboards and backflips
  the royal blue and the orange Patricks
  wudn't like you homo sucka's
  I had the low top Converse cause I could change my logos color
  I remember way back when every clan was stylin'
  Flava Flav clocks and X-Clan medallions
  In class see a girl you glance at her
  pass her a note do you like me? Circle a answer
  
  I'm Number one, one, one, one
  Damn it feels good to see hip-hop sayin somethin
  
  Winters not the best time warm it up Kane had came through
  The eight ball jackets and Columbia Rain suits
  We ain't pay minds to the length of our chains
  Transformers was a dance Decepticons was a gang
  yall I'm talkin bout sheep skins
  Talkin bout wearn two pair of jeans when moms gave me a beatin'
  after school three o clock we was able to fight
  park dibs yall two turn tables and mike like
  
  I'm Number one, one, one, one
  Damn it feels good to see hip-hop sayin somethin
  
  What about when Public Enemy came out and they dropped a classic
  or the Pee-Wee Herman and the Roger Rabbit
  and the nerds took our tests and they passed em for us
  back to the roof top back to latin quarters
  the olds school's new school now it's the same ol
  It's back to Fila's, gazelles and Kango's
  It's back to 40 ounces back to OE
  Not back to rope chains but back to Gold teeth
  I was the class clown just snappin at cats
  Let's go back to the (?) with the matchin' hats
  Remember the Real Roxanne remember all (?)
  Remember Kool Moe Dee remember Lord Finesse
  I bumped Run-D.M.C. almost every weekend
  The Bronx and Queensbridge just couldn't stop beefin'
  Kept it on wax they ain't have to pack heat
  Back to Ron Zee tapes back to Black Sheep
  
  I'm Number one, one, one, one
  Damn it feels good to see hip-hop sayin somethin
  
  Come on say it with me
  Im talkin' old Bobby Brown before he (?) Whitney
  I used bring all my touys in the tub with me
  A snotty nose kid eatin boogers
  It was Ultimate Warrior and Jimmy Fly Snooka on
  sometimes I read scriptures like Psalms maybe
  and I didn't wanna go to church but my moms made me
  TV made me laugh
  I remember night rider cause Kit used to save his ass
  Let's go back to spoonin' back to Black Moon and
  back to when wrestlin' had it's own cartoon and
  they used to sleep on us now they demand us
  Will smith told parents they just can't understand us
  back to playin the dozens
  back to humpin' our prettiest girl cousin
  psyche! I'm buggin.
  NWA was simply known
  Let' get back on the block I'm talkin Quincy Jones
  I gotta Jones yall
  
  I'm Number one, one, one, one
  Damn it feels good to see hip-hop sayin somethin
  
  Let's go back before I burned the booth
  when Tevin Campbell was ill before the whole world learned the truth
  Hip hop had a message then dudes was droppin
  I never got what I wanted on back to school shoppin'
  Think about, used to be about shit
  That was back when I still got easter outfits
  We all grew up all older folks
  Its more than just music its a culture folks
  
  We Number one, one, one, one
  Damn it feels good to see hip-hop sayin somethin
  
  Remember sugar water
  what was the name of the fuckin' drink
  that they said the fuckin triple K
  The Klu Klux Klan and shit had put some shit in and
  The black niggaz were gon' die - huh?
  Whatever that was, you niggaz knew about it



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~ Elton John
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