Memories

This one takes me back
To the UT days at the Crossing Place
Shout out the Triple Five man
Lots of memories

On tracks my mind bubbles call it effervescence
I was the freshman up at Texas drinking fresh refreshments
Lot of memories disappeared that's evanescence
Always remember spitting raps it was the best investment
Freestyle the price is right I'm the next contestant
Hear a beat, what's comes next, aw yes you guessed it
Spitting flows in the dorms of the Longhorns
With Ike and our prose always had the strong form
All while I was rebelling against the patriarch
Figured that I'd make my mark by making art
See I'll never let em steal my soul or take my heart
Boss, will never downplay or mistake my part
See I had it all backwards, fleezfleezy
Now I meditate and practice so I breathe easy
But the stress persists, living in contested bliss
Trying to fight my demons it's feeling like an exorcist
Man I thought I learned it all then the lesson flips
Like them ladies on the poles with them suggestive hips
Lost in the streets, beats and the black lights
Cuties with booties, school duties and the glass pipes
With the triple fives not thinking how to act right
Caught up in the long days and the fast nights
But we've grown past the days of those past fights
And will continue til the day we're read our last rites

It's the one
MC that'll never be phony
The only
Rapper that's always in the zone see
It's the one and the only
These busters can't own me
Try and get left alone & lonely

We were truly living life at the crossing place
Song slaughter and thong water were commonplace
Ike beats I abominate while I ramen ate
Oooooooh, is what the homie Skor would commentate
While we always contemplate how to dominate
And take hip hop way above the common state
Killing it wherever coeds would congregate
Hot like the jambalaya on my plate
Done it for years so felt it was all innate
When we weren't loved by our peers we were all irate
Would let it out at spill til they were on that racist tip
No straw taking sips while they're shaking hips
Then I'm coming home to more vacant fifths
Stumbling in studios, still making hits
Triple Five I'm thankful that we're still alive
15 deep we will arrive and they'll feel our vibe
Calis now where I quest but that's still the tribe
See nothing's changed the loyalty I feel inside
Pause? Naw man forever that's the crew
Yo I knew when I barely even had a clue
See I always got ya back when life stab at you
And we're still making music man our passion grew
Killing it like when Mike Jordan had the flu
So raise ya glass toast ya crew while you have a brew

It's the one
MC that'll never be phony
The only
Rapper that's always in the zone see
It's the one and the only
These busters can't own me
Try and get left alone & lonely
By the one

And shout out to my baby girl Zoe
And NiNi, she's my Tenderoni
And a big hate hate hate to No G
Ha! Shout out all the Triple five OG
I rep Houston like Mad Max or Mobley
Bout to be a Cali legend like Kobe
When I hit em with the left hand like Ginobbli
Man you know me. I'm the one and only

Mike and Ike for life, yea
Sideyard Gang for life, yea
Soul 2020 for life, yea
Triple Five OG for life, yea
Man you know me