Lyrics

20 years ago I started swigging 40s,

working up the nerve to try pulling shorties.

Wanting to get grown like I was in a hurry,

truth be told I’d rather pound a McFlurry.

At least that way my words wouldn’t have been slurried.

Don’t know if that would have helped me favor their curry.

I was trying with Round Robin like I was in a tourney.

It was a swing and a miss like I was facing Mark Buerhle.

Back to the dugout, grabbed some bench,

Biding my time while I was in the trench.

Head in the fox-hole, gaining k-nowledge,

Was that a euphemism? Fuck it; it was college.

A triage, a montage, a hodgepodge, with panache.

fell in love with hip-hop, no thanks to Sash.

Clowning on Uni radio, free swag hoarding.

Fast forward 2 decades later, now I'm pushing 40.

20 years later, no more cheep boozin'.

Perusing liquor aisles, being more choosy.

We used to do Jägerbombs? Can't 'member that far.

Nowadays my preferences are stored on a member's card.

Truth be told, I can't party like I used to,

Most nights you can fine me at home browsing HULU.

I may have lost a step, never had a rep,

But you do you and let me be me while I make this connect.

No time to be contentious as I sense the clock tick,

Try to rein it in and be less caustic.

Grew more accountable, learned what the grind meant,

But never lost the flow nor wondered where the rhyme went.

At 39 pondering, is this something I could do?

If I hit the stage, would they snicker, would they boo?

I’d look to my DJ but I ain’t got a Clue.

Should have probably started this when I was 22.

A young man's game but an old timer's passion.

It's a Royal Rumble, it pays to be the last in.

But that don't mean you should question my stamina.

I might go all-Onyx and end up slammin' ya.

Ah, that line was cleva. Hit on different leval.

Bear with me a moment while I enjoy the method of,

Over 35 hip-hop old school retro.

35さい いかの ポケファンもしっている

My people from way-back know what I'm into,

To those I just met, let this serve as an intro.

Hip-hop was the entry point, the gateway drug,

Been digging planets ever since without a namesake bug.

And you can cut a rug like we remodelin'.

Leave space for the Spirit, watch out for fondlin'.

If I'm short of breath that's just the asthma botherin'.

But I'm straight, wifey dear, no need to throw the towel in.