Flashback Del the Funky Homosapien & Tame One

[Verse 1: Tame One]

I recall Marley Marl In Control
You got soul, Rakim told us
LL Cool J and [?]
Grandmaster Caz and them
Melly Mel and Flash and them
And the Furious Five
Me being curious, back in '95
R.I.P Subroc, and DJ Scott La Rock
And bombing up the bus stop and what not
Like fuck cops
When every other rap had a dance
You could sign and get an advance
And thugs would snatch the [?] patch off your pants
Adidas and cortez Nikes
[?] in blue and white
Doug E. Fresh la di da di
True to the night
[?], [?]

[Verse 2: Del the Funky Homosapien]

Ain't no [?]
It's the funk and it used to be a bad word
To those who had nerve to add dirt
Just to cover us up
But look on the magazine cover it's us
Stylin' all the fly rhymes we cosign
We could get nasty like
Blowfly, Red Fox and them, [?]
Or could modify the hymns
That lifted you higher
We had the spirituality that'll get you through the fire
And that'll give you something to spit
Some real spit that you won't forget
You could call it soul
All the old school cats need to
Be acknowledged and stop the violence
Unless necessary
By all means, cuz life is a funky deal
And that's [?]