Not like before
We're gonna tell a little story
It's about me, about he, about we
Not like before
Yeah yeah, take me back, the owls.
[Leaf Dog]
Man I only went to school to sell weed at lunch time
Two gerners on the tarmac crushed up fine
Losing my mind, sniffing lines. No attendant sign
Made the habit mine of any drug I could find
All I knew about was crime until I dropped a few shrooms
Made a few tunes, me and BVA coming real soon
And then it dropped, and nobody listened
Lost but not forgotten was the beggining of this mission
I used to be living on the floor with Filly G
One of the reasons for the malnourished Leaf that you see
He gave me the pc, I used to make the beats 'for this CD
Got passed the torch from Iz and Cool G
Much repsect for that, and highfocus is the future
See I've got your back, no shotty in my back-pack.
Got my queen, no need to chase rat, your behind
While i slowly take over the map,
Watch the owls at-tack ah!
[Fliptrix]
Many things have changed since the old school days
Runnin' 'round on train tracks, sprayin up the trains
Picking up an eighth bag to blaze it in a day
Now i smoke a little less, but its indie kush haze.
Ill take you back for a lesson.
Way back to the Brixton mass' open mic sessions.
Avarice spotted me, thought that i was reppin'
Then we met a little later at the speakers road in mecka.
He took me to a studio in Queens Road Peckham
Recorded force fed imagery it seemed that it was destined
I aint seen him in a couple years, but cuz hes still my bredrin
Cant forget about the man who put you in for a second
Like verb T, certified G the mic veteran. Runone.
Blessed me with beats from his collection.
Got mad nice on the decks at every damn event son.
Whores and cash, have your back, we rinse up the shows n' that.
Supported R.A. The Rugged Man. That was classic fact.
Reminisce reminisce. Remember lacey shooz wit' kimo up in Brixton lab.
Then he moved it down to white chaple place. Was nang.
Late nights was rammed, man it went to plan.
Since then im high-focused on the prison fam.
Make music move units stay reppin' that.
Make music move units stay reppin' that.
[BVA]
At school i never used to go and stay at home high.
That stoned in zone guy, the same and you know why.
Then college, i wasnt really concerned with that.
Mainly went to sell ten pound sacks, and chase rats.
Dropped out and went back, but i still wasnt focused.
Started rappin' on beats about how we be the brokest.
For lost but not forgotten then there was world war three.
Then the war ended and we still hadn't dropped the CD.
But now things are different cos kids still pump and listen
To the CD that we give them three years ago on the mission.
Still leave the page written, hit the stage with our spitten
Got a contract and learnt how to make our shit thicker.
Cleared our own path like a snowplow.
Gained the know how on how to get exactly where we want
And never go down, and now we're that storm on your horizon.
With more tracks laid down than a fifty year old whore
Thats still riding.
[Verb T]
Yo it started back, when i heard Slick rick and doug e fresh
I was eight used to play the vinyl when i dub cassettes.
I spent my teen years weeded out past high
With gang-star Wu-Tang tribe and the pharcyde.
I cant lie, i was shy hittin open mics as a kid.
But the studio i was smashin it.
I had my first record out i was eighteen.
Touring with phi life cypher for that was like a day dream.
Shedded my innocence then started to grow wise.
Grow flow wise i hooked up with low-life.
Got some guidance and applied it, had confidence
With kashmere and ghost toured the country and the continent.
But still i had to keep a nine to five to keep the bills paid
And quit the weed just to try and keep my mind alive.
Sixteen bars is not enough time to write my entire life
This is just one instalment.
Now im a proud father, grown responsible.
Learnt over years hate kills love conquers all.
So i look to the future after steppin' back.
Make music move units stay reppin' that.
Make music move units stay reppin' that.