Scott Storch - Age I miss lyrics

(Chorus): Back when rappers could rap that's the age I miss Used a roots instrumental just to pay homage Notebooks black thoughts ain't a page I miss I see all the bullsh** wanna I raise my fist Raise my fist, Raise my fist It's me against the world there's no way I quit You try to lock me in a cage, so this cage I ripped Pipe dreams in my brain you can't fade my bliss… (Verse 1): You said I didn't have flow, I hope, you with it now Bcuz I do, But I just choose to strip it down That way it allows, you to see the pictures when I'm paintin' em So you can worry about what I'm sayin' not how I'm sayin' it Rakim said it, don't sweat the technique but I sweat it You indebted to the 4 years I put into this craft that's dead it's It's a fact these rappers don't got half that technic -al sk** I put in before I even asked that I step in The studio, I said you indebted I don't mean debit Talkin' to you record execs I want my cashback credit I gotta pile a cla**ics in my backpack ready For when I blow overnight I'm on the fasttrack steady Anthologies locked away how I work it's berserk Hate me cuz I speak out against sh**, with my merciless words Mind of a veteran like ptsd nervousness worse Think of the hurt of the earth, a**ertin' my turf (Chorus): (Verse 2): I'm bout to lay the new foundation rockin' the stage As I keep searchin' my lost heartbeat for pockets of change Rhyme schemes spill with ease in my talkative rage On the page, been doin' this since I was crawlin' a maze I rap till I blow a lung out, ain't not sleep if I don't finish I get on the beat and rip it, So smooth they would think I'm trippin' Macbook explodes with rap documents too many I don't think I can fit em Bleed anger like horny-toad lizard, cold sweat drippin Plip plup on the stage wood, I ain't like my friends emotions ain't hidden, but they get turned off by honesty, So I'm mic grippin I sh** on your freestyles with my nice written The system ain't right all these rappers be ice fishin' Reign is on the radio, unannounced hail snow Punchlines blow up from mines of the underground railroad You said I am not the best, so I'm back with the rage Shovin' Neanderthal rappers right back in the caves (Chorus): (Verse 3): 16 on the scene I come out with a bang I don't wanna fit in like Gandhi pushed outta the train Man the way I be displayin' these lyrics it's like an exhibition I got 30 raps that would fit in the top 10 ever written I just wanna leave my mark in the sands of time what I do on earth And be happy with the eternal wormhole of the universe I gotta save the human race so I must k** these Wack poets cuz to me, they nothin' but Lil B Ok you want me some stream of consciousness raps then That's when, every hot rapper list goes in the trash bin And I spit over used beats with twice as much pa**ion Oh and did I forget to mention that they were cla**ics Got my math cla** raps out for you X factor actors Ten thousand hours down for this craft that I mastered Deflatin' cla**ism and modern naziism Enter indigo fields of my ajna chakra gandhiism Breakin' nike shirts with polyrhythms, we naughty gremlins Ready to make an entrance robbin' for the hoods and shock the system Burnt Orangutans fallin' from canopy beds fighting now If you want oxygen got some advice for you sign me now (Outro): Huh, So there it is You find a rapper that can rap like that, then you can compare em But I don't wanna hear anyone, talking' bout sk**, equating to sales (I see you Kanye, I see you) Back when rappers could rap age I miss