Rapsody - IJS lyrics

[Hook] Just some thoughts I been thinking Known to be random but nah I ain't drinking I'm just saying [Verse 1] This sh** I write could raise the dead n***as reaching out to me I ain't seen in years Fairweather season friends, October's back Like I reunite with the pen I'm like Tip in sense Welcome home T.I., things have changed some since Your little brother K.R.I.T been holdin' it down during your pinch In the South, out West, Kendrick, Pac would be proud no doubt I been tryna bring my own reign to the house B.I.G. you should see your boy Jay these days Best rapper alive, bring it back, Timberland suede n***a nasty, still rockin' the same old fade And Mike how you feel ‘bout the NBA Stacking teams — what, n***as can't hold their weight? Had a dream about me, L Boogie, Jean, Lyte Latifah and Rah Digga going for broke on the mic And I wonder if they'll ever see us in the same light Probably not, I wonder what Bambaataa think of hip hop From now to when he recorded Planet Rock I know some older one's that diggin' it, some older ones not And I'm thinking about programs they got And all they doing, sh** Dilla would probably go ham in his spot I do, wish I could've worked with him too Welcome home Prodigy, I'm glad you're back in the booth When it's coming back we need them hard Mobb Deep tunes Heard he's coming back with them black-a** Timberland boots I used to rock back early in my childhood roots Just the thoughts that I had, I let my brain let loose Like I wonder where Ninth a been if he hadn't seen Juice Or Phonte if he hadn't a had that Source maggie in school I'm just saying [Hook] [Verse 2] Just thinking of the future and history And how that without music that my life would be misery I'm Kathy Bates With no you, you wouldn't know me ‘Cause we bonded over things like Mos and Kweli I'm just saying This sh** I write could touch a sister Like drunk old n***as in clubs f**ing with us I'm Levi denim, I'm coming back, they're wearing me out Beside Pro Era, older n***as, yo New York in a drought I wonder how even still them n***as hate on the South They can't do it I want [?] to prove it I used to wonder how I'd feel the one day meeting an influence I did it Saturday Black Dante and Badu Nas, I wonder if they could all see through the coolness Besides the fan in me wanted to do an Indian move Smoke dance ‘cause it hit me like pow-wow France I want a tour Europe, Tokyo and Japan And make enough money to take my parents from plans ‘Cause her hands hurt and my daddy's retired But he's still working overtime, graveyard eyes And my youngest niece two, while the other one five And the oldest one ten, she got dreams in her eyes And I wonder if mine prove what she dream what she ‘lize She can be And if Kobe he had come to NC Would he of had even more now than them six gold rings? I'm just saying