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martin malota - throwback thursday lyrics

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[verse 1]
remember back in the days of old? i was young
but, i still had a venomous tongue. i represented the slums
no packing weapons like guns, we toted ice picks
and sticks with handlebar grips and sh-t

and i remember only having scr-ps
while homies scr-pped over cr-p and now we rap over tracks
no holding back for a dap. we tackled tracks on adat
and kept the vibe live, drinking ides on i-75. (remember that?)

i was a born loser, grew to be a whole game newer
not no cocaine mover, just a gold chain, cooler
i made more maneuvers than those that tried to do us
and hoes, they wanted to screw us and mola’s all for the moolah? sh-t

to look back, it’s like a long road traveled
and a long cold barrel gets hot for those who tattled
but never for those who battled, we exchange words
i changed herbs into emcees that you’ve heard, so there you have it

i’m deeper in thought, than the b-ss in the speakers you bought
i taught myself how to walk and when it’s best not to talk
and how to rep your own block and live the good life
and looking back you like to do the sh-t right? i’m feeling that

but i’ve gone from listening to rapping it. fifths of whiskey to cabinets
missing my fam, to traveling. wishing for cash, to having it
remember this: i’m taking calls from all my dogs
from somerset to the fallbrook mall. love of all y’all

—–[hook]—–
we all exchanged laughs. i’ve been asked if i could change my past
i had regrets, not worth mentioning. never take it back
we p-ssed time and now it’s moving so fast
it’s got us holding on and hoping that the moments will last
—————-

[verse 2]
remember double dribble tournaments, perfected your roll…
on them old nintendos and playing tecmo bowl
or oj giving recaps, pat ewing without kneepads
and the raiders running sh-t in la? believe that

or detroit players, would the lions come up?
on a 3rd down and 10, we watched them lining them up
but scott mitch-ll did some b-tch sh-t and he fumbled the ball
but, number 20 got the call and still ran for 12 yards

when dominique was at his peak, playing jordan and pip
really only joe d’d be able to hold them for sh-t
everybody’s cheering for their team and watchin’ them lose
b-tch about mike’s win, but still coppin his shoes

like the ones with them reflectors or the ones with them tongues
i wanted every f-cking pair, but i had nothing but ones
motorcity bad boys won ’em back to back
and after that it was like rip, y’all take the stack

kg, shane, marker, jon and benny b
ep, ag, dobson, leppy and jon d (what up!)
migs, brandoe, tomo and sb
jmack, muhme, maizy and my albanian family. (ku je!)

i went from nothing to something. bluffing, to snuffin’
and white lines and puffin, to realizing it’s nothing
this is the life that i live, the life that i lead
my wife and my seed…you break my heart and my pen bleeds

—–[hook]—–
we all exchanged laughs. i’ve been asked if i could change my past
i had regrets, not worth mentioning. never take it back
we p-ssed time and now it’s moving so fast
it’s got us holding on and hoping that the moments will last
—————-

[verse 3]
we went up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right
b, a, b, a…make it seem eeezay
remember green days. remember three ways
money in abundance from getting rid of some cheap 8ths

we had mags and krylon. tables, we’d pile on
at the cafeteria, stomping and snapping, getting our rhyme on
get back my rhythm…folders were denim
we laced burners on jansports, but never kept nothing in ’em

i never wanted to be a part of the system
i was smarter than my teachers there was no reason to listen
remember rtd’s and mta’s. with blue line rhymes
y’all get there quicker while running in place

remember visiting my sis and pediatrics
she p-ssed and my family so me on the same mattress
remember jon with häagen-dazs, fishman, my confidant
my uncle flew out…y’all feel the ambiance

he helped me walk again in more ways than one
and brought the love of the family right back to the mola1
my ma was holding her head at the foot of the bed and keeping me fed
i lived, cause katrina couldn’t picture seeing me dead

in time the world changes, we once were all strangers
i’m bringing hope to whomever thought they’d be famous
in no time, we look back through a mo rhyme
reminisce over the magic, i’m worthy of all the showtime

—–[hook]—–
we all exchanged laughs. i’ve been asked if i could change my past
i had regrets, not worth mentioning. never take it back
we p-ssed time and now it’s moving so fast
it’s got us holding on and hoping that the moments will last
—————-

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