Ransom, Statik Selektah - 1996 Lyrics

We smoking and drinking
Me and Statik couple of friends of ours
Scotty, B, O, Easy, Mo and Termanology
The seminar's gotta be hip-hop
I read it in the stars like astronomy
Zip locks
But I'm on parole, I can't piss hot
Cause that'll get the kid locked
We talkin bout these rappers
That sold the niggers who shit flop
My shit hot but I never really
Got a chance to shine
Turn back the hands of time
You can see my plan to grind
I speak to people who struggle
Those are the fans are mine
I tell'em life is a movie
That niggers can't rewind
They love the fact that I spit
With such a ferociousness
Static was the best one
Recording all of my vocal shit
You know the script was freezing
When they was cold as shit
When the time stayed with a runny nose
Cause my coke was my ripped
And niggers know that still
Said I was poor as hell
That's I rap and search vision
Cause I got more to tell
Could it been a offer?
I pull a surprise winner
Instead I hit the block
I was starving to find dinner
Young niggers love the light
Cause in dark you gonna find sinners
On a bed just run in the park
Like I'm Scott Brinner
Cause I'm in a state of
Mind of a crime committer
You shine and glitter
Talkin greezy behind yo Twitter
I'm on the front lunge of a war
That you can't imagine
Serious shit no jokes
Far from a nigga laughin
We sit back and reminisce
When the game wasn't about silly percentages
I think we should take it back to the genesis
I know all my real niggers remember this

We smoking and drinking
Me and Statik couple of friends of ours
Scotty, B, O, Easy, Mo and Termanology
The seminar's gotta be hip-hop
I read it in the stars like astronomy
Zip locks
But I'm on parole, I can't piss hot
Cause that'll get the kid locked
We talkin bout these rappers
That sold the niggers who shit flop
My shit hot but I never really
Got a chance to shine
Turn back the hands of time
You can see my plan to grind
I speak to people who struggle
Those are the fans are mine
I tell'em life is a movie
That niggers can't rewind
They love the fact that I spit
With such a ferociousness
Static was the best one
Recording all of my vocal shit
You know the script was freezing
When they was cold as shit
When the time stayed with a runny nose
Cause my coke was my ripped
And niggers know that still
Said I was poor as hell
That's I rap and search vision
Cause I got more to tell
Could it been a offer?
I pull a surprise winner
Instead I hit the block
I was starving to find dinner
Young niggers love the light
Cause in dark you gonna find sinners
On a bed just run in the park
Like I'm Scott Brinner
Cause I'm in a state of
Mind of a crime committer
You shine and glitter
Talkin greezy behind yo Twitter
I'm on the front lunge of a war
That you can't imagine
Serious shit no jokes
Far from a nigga laughin
We sit back and reminisce
When the game wasn't about silly percentages
I think we should take it back to the genesis
I know all my real niggers remember this