Dime-Bag Blues
Cuttin' & scratchin' and a microphone
Cuttin' & scratchin' and a microphone
Cuttin' & scratchin' and a microphone
Let's go back in time
-When we really kept it real-
When we just used to rap
And not for record deals
When sucker M.C.s tried to bite
-All my funky fresh rhymes-
Back to Ghost Busters movies
-And all its silly slime -
Back to the streets & corners
Of Hollis Queens - where "Jay"
Cut records down to the bone and
"Run" & "D" were on the microphone
Cuttin' & scratchin' and a microphone
Cuttin' & scratchin' and a microphone
Cuttin' & scratchin' and a microphone
East coast - West coast = Any where we wanna roam
West coast - East coast = Any where we wanna roam
East coast - West coast = Any where we wanna roam
West coast - East coast = Any where we wanna roam
Let's go back when rap was fresh
Before gang-bangin'
Where the beats were slammin'
And the guitar riffs jammin'
-Smokin' & drinkin' just for fun-
-Keepin' it real w/out a fuckin' gun-
Where the only drivin' thoughts
Were about "gettin' me some"
And you might get jumped
BY a crew who hate you
But the only bangin' going on
Was us kickin' it to the-mother-fuckin' dawn
Cuttin' & scratchin' and a microphone
Cuttin' & scratchin' and a microphone
Cuttin' & scratchin' and a microphone
East coast - West coast = Any where we wanna roam
West coast - East coast = Any where we wanna roam
East coast - West coast = Any where we wanna roam
West coast - East coast = Any where we wanna roam
J. French
mystrawhat.com
