The Loyalists - Sunday School lyrics

I'd rather stay back when they used to activate I'll elaborate, shoes didn't have a lace When I gravitate, Benny used to fascinate I sat amazed, brain movin' at a faster pace This match was made before I learned to scratch the plate I'm into Rakim, Big Daddy Kane and Masta Ace Chuck D, Kool G. Rap just to name some greats I was always Wait a minute. Bring it back Sometimes I'd rather stay back when they used to activate I'll elaborate, shoes didn't have a lace When I gravitate, Benny used to fascinate I sat amazed, brain movin' at a faster pace This match was made before I learned to scratch the plate I'm into Rakim, Big Daddy Kane and Masta Ace Chuck D, Kool G. Rap just to name some greats I was always quotin' the lines that would decapitate The world had to make place so I'd have a space Born the year after Kurtis Blow dropped "The Breaks" This was at the time when Blodie's "Rapture" came to pave Treacherous Three and Busy B at your face The cla**ic taste Spoonie G and Flash with crates It's been two years of complains, raps a waste It won't last And it'll just evaporate While I'm I'll at the age of spittin' that Patty Cake Till it was Soul Train every single Saturday People said, "From the street, you won't never graduate." They comin' from the bad terrain you scatterbrain We sorry and ashamed to even exaggerate These crabs remain to advocate When the crowd gathers late I don't play like the Cabaret They gravitate Tours full capacity I crash the stage and no one can evacuate But rap today is still in the stage of masquerade To me it's clear as a screen at a matinee They tell me, "That's okay Bury the hatchet frame." While I sat and prayed I wasn't such a castaway Naturally, if you really want to clash with J it's tragedy No longer can procrastinate These rattlesnakes happily are after me But I practiced labor sk**s to catch my prey You fabricate, I'm no Saint as Latter Day But apathy is just something to congratulate And that's my case So rapidly latch your gates Evaporate over beats that'll bash your face And gradually I watch rap dilapidate So many fake a** tracks made A lack in faith when raps such a ma**ive state Mad patch of brave cats and causalities But I'm gonna tackle states Make it their last parade They have to pay for decayin' the anatomy Of hip hop