I calculate that eighty-five was the year
 I first grabbed the pen, daydreamin of the cheers
 Ahead from rockin shows, no Girbauds that sag
 The windbreaker suits and backspins that was mad
 I stress progress roll joints at my rest
 til the ill wee hours, and I knew it was the best
 I hit mad spots, many crews got dropped
 While I was gettin props niggaz was dealin on the block
 Stayin in crib on the weekends was Marley Marl
 was freakin the cuts Mr. Magic was speakin
 That's how I got my first taste, makin tapes
 til the rhyme skill was great and my style would escalate
 Practice made my perfect tactics
 Now my dap gets clap, cause I'm the rap snap fanatic
 But now in nine-trey I got the T-Ray track
 And my trunks, my roots are growin styles from whayback

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 [Tame One]
 I flash back to fat Kangol hats, with plastic
 Back when steppin on kicks in eighty-six got your ass kicked
 Bombers and sheepskins, were common when I first started rhymin
 Still I found time to go bombin
 Me and my pals rocked Cazals with no glass
 Dark flavored Clarks, Lee Denims off the ass
 Back when Mr. Magic had it goin all the way on
 the beat with BDP, added flavor like a crayon
 Indeed MC's would represent with the skills
 But now in ninety-three a lot of them can get the dillz
 It seems like a little sumthin missin in the mix
 But now I got a deal, so it's up to me to fix
 When niggaz put me up on, with funky raps to cut on
 Word is BOND, if I hear another wack rap song
 I might snap and it's an actual fact
 that I'ma kick it like that, cause this is strictly bout the whayback

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 [El Da Sensai]
 Aww man damn, whayback, things was kinda fat
 Had the Godfather knot, a Starter hat, things are kinda wack
 now, packed up, my cardboard and stepped away
 I didn't have a choice, the culture was slayed
 B.D. had died, and things were dissapearin
 The West coast was here and all these wack beats appearin
 DJ's were breakin down record store doors
 to get the Biz Dance and the Chante Moore's
 Peace to Buck Four, Rocksteady on the floor
 New York and Dynamic crews plus many more
 Remember the time when you didn't pack a nine
 Niggaz just came to hear some, funky ass rhymes
 But all of that's over, cause brothers wanna act up
 No clubs to go to, they'll just pack rap up
 That's how the media wants it to stop
 So peep the verse and last showin of Graffiti Rock
 So check it, the brothers wanna wreck it
 To get what's expected, cause hip-hop, should be respect
 Gotta get it back, to get it on track
 Artifacts kickin styles illy on the whayback

 [Tame One]
 Like back when my Timberlands were only size sixes
 I used to take pictures shootin spitballs at bitches
 Cross New Jersey Transit just to see a rapper kick it
 But now I ain't with it, cause niggaz just ain't worth the ticket
 Shit man, I remember jams that were slammin
 Gettin me and my man in, was harder than backgammon
 DJ's would scratch back to back from boom baps
 And rappers with real raps, could drop shit real fat
 But now kid, as I recollect, rappers out who caught wreck
 respected, just got stuck up in my tape deck
 Real deal hip-hop, when Biz used to flip-flop
 His fat ass, on stage'd do a dance, in busted Reeboks
 Niggaz musta forgot, when real rhymes was hot
 Cause now if you ain't gold, you ain't got no props
 But fuck that, I'm above that, I don't play that
 The Artifacts staff drops math about the whayback

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 "It's a demo.." "Back in back in the days"
 "You gots to chill.." "Back in back in the days"
 "South Bronx" "The Bri to The Bridge"
 'South Bronx" "Back in back in the days"
 "Jimbrowski..
 that's what it is" "Back in back in the days"
 "Like that y'all, it's like that y'all
 It's like thatta that, it's like that y'all" (4X