@theprofessor,
I'm like Rakim in his prime
I was born during the Golden Age of rap, a baby born in 1985
That's why today in life I still appreciate the rhymes
rhymed by the greatest rhymers since the dawn of space and time
I'm in a crazy frame of mind whenever I'm blazing dimes
It's like I'm taking wide footsteps across dangerous mines
And I haven't blown up, still hang with those fucks who haven't grown up
Their attitude's tough, they still haven't become adults enough
And their swagger is rough, it doesn't go well with their shoes
12 or some 2's, these nefarious goons got some pressing to do
They got a weird image complexion, some red and some blue
Some pink with rosy tints and some yellows with hues
They're some big, round colour wheels, some pussy-ass homos
On the low-low like skateboarders rolling their yo-yo's
Dropping their fo'-do' Ford's, Rolls, Toyota's and fo'-by-fo's
Twenty-fo'-inch spokes poking from the rubber soles
Their Daytonas are having a Goodyear
Then they'll go Continental next year, oooooh yeah!
And Coolie will be there; did I say Coolie? I meant Coolio
Freestyle off the top of the dome; tutti frutti, yo
Man, that's some doodie, yo; please feed me some foodies, hoe
Or at least let me **** around with those boobies, oh
My, how big they are
All the better for me to play bouncy castle on, boing boing, get my rowdy hustle on
I'm James Brown, at least that's what all my friends call me in Saturday school
It's getting boring, AND THEY SAY I ACT A FOOL?