Throwback (Bullet)

Betcha I'll letcha know that we all living in the past
We all livid in that past rap
We all living in the past
And we all wishing for the past back
But hip-hop has been knocking constant
Calm, when y'all itching for that fast track
Y'all been livid at these sad acts
Cuz yall living in the past
Throwback
Balling like a Baltimore Bullet, Bullet
Bullet, Bullet
Balling like a Baltimore Bullet, no call so I couldn't foul out
I got my ticket and I'm good and loud
Got em good and loud now
I been a bullet the better part of my life
And I'ma write it, like I said I wouldn't foul out

And I'ma tell em onomatopoeia's what I been on, and rap
Bitch that's where I been at, get that?
I don't fit in with any hip act, get back
Mismatched and I meant that
All this mumble rap bitches bump is whack
These punk acts all deserve to get their tongues detached
But it's in fashion like a fucking fad
I could be happy but I must be mad
Music gotta evolve like any art form
But a lotta these songs are missing art's form
Like it's hard to be soft, but where's the heart, boy?
Why's it gotta be awful to get the spark going?
They chose showmanship over knowing their shit
So us lonely spitters'll choke, flowing in fits
But we're alone in the mix
And we don't know where to go with our hits, so

I got a vision, lemme spit it, hip-hop never died and it never left
And so everything's a lie and it's said in jest
The real issue is the rise of the ignorant
They got eyes on the venue, but deny respect
I can't knock the hustle, I can't knock the grind
I can't knock the money, I can't knock the shine
But I can knock the guff and I can knock the rhymes
I can knock the fuckery, "damn sauce, it's fine"
I am not a solution, or a movement
And I ain't vying to do shit all but music
I found my fuel, and I couldn't refuse it
It's abused for amusement, true, but when I do this my noose is loosened, do you