
Memories Sunspot Jonz (Ft. Talib Kweli)
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[Intro: Sunspot Jonz, (Talib Kweli)]
Yo we don't stop, who's in the spot right now
(Ayo it's Talib Kweli rocking with Sunspot Jonz man)
(Lobster Ramen nigga, yeah)
[Hook 1: Talib Kweli]
Let's take it back to the old school
Let's take it to Union Square
Let's take it back to the old school
Wave your hands like you just don't care
Yeah
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
I was raised in crack era Brooklyn
I can recognize the smell of crack when It's cookin'
Man, I used to play hooky and dancing was jukin'
Back when ratchet was a gun and a knife was for the juxxin'
A severe lack of funds got 'em masking up like the villain
I was in cyphers killing
Trust them niggas couldn't touch me but they had to feel it
Not yet a butterfly, I was still a caterpillar ready to fly
Got beautiful memories of mobbing like Genevieve
Critical how the leave in this lyrical den of thieves, please
Took a Greyhound to California
Hit the good life Cafe, where the legends was styling on 'em Nonstop rhyming since Top Ramen, so start climbing now 'Cause the future is not promised
So fond of these beautiful memories, unusual energies
A Stand up dude, ain't never bending my knees
Yo we don't stop, who's in the spot right now
(Ayo it's Talib Kweli rocking with Sunspot Jonz man)
(Lobster Ramen nigga, yeah)
[Hook 1: Talib Kweli]
Let's take it back to the old school
Let's take it to Union Square
Let's take it back to the old school
Wave your hands like you just don't care
Yeah
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
I was raised in crack era Brooklyn
I can recognize the smell of crack when It's cookin'
Man, I used to play hooky and dancing was jukin'
Back when ratchet was a gun and a knife was for the juxxin'
A severe lack of funds got 'em masking up like the villain
I was in cyphers killing
Trust them niggas couldn't touch me but they had to feel it
Not yet a butterfly, I was still a caterpillar ready to fly
Got beautiful memories of mobbing like Genevieve
Critical how the leave in this lyrical den of thieves, please
Took a Greyhound to California
Hit the good life Cafe, where the legends was styling on 'em Nonstop rhyming since Top Ramen, so start climbing now 'Cause the future is not promised
So fond of these beautiful memories, unusual energies
A Stand up dude, ain't never bending my knees
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