Sometimes when it a rhyme time,  it can be so substantially, empty on a track, when I turn on the radio and a rap like trap, makes me wanna react and just snap back, to them vinyls and snap backs, right back to them Mike fights and shak attacks,

90's era, where the rap pack dropped his/her own bars hard
And the facts harda... back to that God Father, and that lyrical battle yo
Not today’s fake frontin’ ass parenthesis, hashtag speaking, twitter geek in’, you tube trash talking God flow...

Take me back to 94' (ballah’)
Dipping in a ride skippin’ the line wiz dat Skee-lo, (just a little bit tall’ah)
Lookin’for a girl I could call her, with a fat sack,
Some zig zags wit a few dollars