outta here

, "boogie down was performin, hey they ain't no joke", "down with the sound called b-d-p", back in the days i knew rap would never die, i used to listen to awesome-2 on whbi, i used to hear all kind of rap groups before sampling loops, rappers wore bell-bottom lee suits, me and kenny couldn't afford that, so we would go to the park when they was jammin' to hear rap, i used to listen till the cops broke it up, i always thought to myself "damn, why they fucked it up?", but never the less i was in love with the microphone, and it stayed that way until i left home, on the streets of new york, now i'm free, but with freedom comes big responsibility, i used to walk around driven by the force, i remember how large super rhymes was when he fell off, i used to wonder about crews that used to rock, they were large, but none of them could manage to stay on top, do you ever think about when you outta here?, record deal and video outta here?, mercedes benz and range rover outta here?, no doubt bdp is old school, but we ain't goin' out!, after livin' on the streets alone, some years went by, i signed myself into a group home, i used to watch the show "i dream of jeannie", and dreamt about "when will i be large like whodini?", but i was messin' with graffiti on the subway, and gettin' chased by the cops almost everyday, i knew it had to bea better way see, so i would go to my room, blast run dmc, around 1984 i left the group home, again alone, still dreamin' about the microphone, gimme a chance man, i know i can rock it, but i had to worry about puttin' money in my pocket, so when i reached the shelter i met my helper dj scott la rock, and we both loved hip-hop, i was takin' suckas out in the shelter system, yeah there was rappers in the shelter but i had to diss 'em, but all along, my vision was never lost, i kept seeing all these rap groups fallin' off, do you ever think about when you're outta here?, fly girl and fresh gear outta here?, five-thousand dollar love seat outta here?, no doubt bdp is old school, but we ain't goin' out!, while i'm battling these rival crews, yes, bdp would stay in the street news, some said all they wanna do is battle, they can't write a song, so their careers won't last long, around this time i used to hang with ced gee, and dj scott la rock used to buy gold with eric b, i didn't meet rakim till later with scott, i remember we were jammin' at the rooftop, it used to irk me when these critics had opinions, scott would say "just keep rappin', i'll keep spinnin'", we had a fucked up contract, but we signed it, and dropped the hip-hop album criminal minded, we told the critics your opinions are bull, same time eric b and rakim dropped paid in full, hip-hop pioneers we didn't ask to be, but right then hip-hop changed drastically, people didn't wanna hear the old rap sound, we started samplin' beats by james brown, in the middle of doin' my philosophy, scott was killed and that shit got to me, but knowin' the laws of life and death, i knew his breath, was one with my breath, i had nothin' left and it was scary, so i dropped by all means necessary, another hip-hop group that was a friend of me, was a revolution crew called public enemy, it takes a nation of millions to hold us back, these two albums set off consciousness in rap, but all along, i'm still lookin' around, and all i can see are these rap groups fallin' down, do you ever think about when you outta here?, condominium and beach house outta here?, credit cards and bank accounts outta here?, no doubt bdp is old school, be we ain't goin' out!