Way Back Then Killah Priest x SHROOM

[Verse 1]
You love to hear the story from way back then
They used to pop, lock and back-spin
Paint their names on the walls I recall
Tags up and down the halls and bathroom stalls
During recess in the lunchroom, my man would beat on the desk
Emcees I would punch through ‘em
Hype off of Krush Groove
Got nice, t-shirt read “bust a move”
My cousin wise, made me rap at the show-and-prove
No challenger on my caliber
Always had to check my calendar for the Islander
Queens, Manhattan or Bronx, you get stomped
Brooklyn back then, we used to ride by [?]
They wear their chains to taunt
They call me Walter, the Water of Love
I slaughtered all the above
After was all they wanted were hugs
It felt like they took hundreds of drugs
All I hunted was blood
Emcees I would punish with grudge
Now stand there, don’t budge as I recapture what once was
Priest is buggin’ in the booth, here, take this blunt, I’m kinda buzzed
I’m kicking the truth to the youth, the little thugs

[Chorus]
Yeah yeah yeah
Way back then
Way back then
Way back then
Way back then
Way back then