M-Phazes - Nickled Needles V2 lyrics

Let's take a trip down memory lane [Hook] {x2} And put a nickle on the needle Put a nickle on the needle We was on some ol' fo' finger ring sh** Gold chain and our jeans fit Put a nickle on the needle For the days way before the remix [Verse One] Back when you was scratchin' on Radio Shack mixers When Charles Barkley was still datin' his black sisters Back when you was playin' ca**ettes in wack systems Before the terrorist attacks and the crack victims When nobody would look at Supa, even draft pick him When a** kissin' ba*tards weren't even half listenin' Before these little dimes used to nag me and chase me Before the cancellation date of Cagney and Lacey Before we had break beats Back in the days of the A-Team I used to sit in cla**, straight day dream When the teacher used to say things back in middle school lessons At Rose High we ridiculed freshman I miss the cool lessons how we picked on names When your Atari used to come with joysticks and games When all a rapper used to spit was flames That's the sh** that I grew up on (Oh my my my) sh** done changed Before Common Sense switched his name Back when n***as got stuck for their Starter coats and vicked for chains When it was Dig Dug and Centipede When everyone used to always recognize samples quicker than the sent of weed When every rap song always had to end with "peace!" And grandmama used to cook and saved the dinner grease Old school If you sick of all the people that are young bloods Tell 'em, "put a nickle on the needle" [Hook] [Verse Two] Back in the days of the vocalist When I used to put paper in the top of the tape to dub over it When Def Jam had manufacturing problems Every album side two, was longer than side one Before the days of T-Money and Todd-1 When nobody was stealing money off the art form I miss the days when rappers had DJ's backin' 'em But these days, DJ's are no more than an acronyms Back when Actro Benz was drug dealer ride Scott La Rock had 'em all, and he was still alive When we was gettin' a** whoopings Remember when we used to think that Spinderella was the best lookin'? When stores had records, not so many to sell LL and Big Daddy Kane was skinny as hell Back when I was Gemini, making tapes at my cousin's house I was a pimp with light skin, n***as was in style Before Joe Simmons received his Christening Everyone was 5%, preaching to they Christian friends Before Scoob and Scrap danced together When Melle Mel used to rock with leather pants and feathers Whoever thought "yes, yes y'all" would chant forever? All my '86 people, put your hands together All my '87 people, put your hands together All my '88 people, keep on [Hook] M-Phazes, rock rock on Muneshine, rock rock on Madwreck, rock rock on And to my dawg Kenn Starr, keep on And yo Seven, rock rock on DJ Felz, rock rock on DJ Shorty, rock rock on And all my real DJ's keep on "To show our appreciation for your support" "Thank you DJ's" "What?" All my DJ's just keep on