Outta Here

Back in the days I knew rap would never die
 I used to listen to Awesome 2 on WHBI
 I used to hear all kind of rap groups
 Before sampling loops
 Rappers wore bell bottom Lee suits
 Me and Kenny couldn't afford that
 So we would go to the park
 When they was jammin' to hear rap
 I used to listen till the cops broke it up
 I always thought to myself
 Damn, why they fucked it up?
 But never the less I was in love with the microphone
 And it stayed that way until I left home
 On the streets of New York, now I'm free
 But with freedom comes big responsibility
 I used to walk around driven by the force
 I remember how large Super Rhymes was when he fell off
 I used to wonder about
 Crews that used to rock
 They were large, but none of them
 Could manage to stay on top
 Do you ever think about when you outta here?
 Record deal and video outta here?
 Mercedes Benz and Range Rover outta here?
 No doubt BDP is old school, but we ain't goin' out
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 After livin' on the streets alone
 Some years went by, I signed myself into a group home
 I used to watch the show, "I Dream of Jeannie"
 And dreamt about when will I be large like Houdini?
 But I was messin' with graffiti on the subway
 And gettin' chased by the cops almost everyday
 I knew it had to be a better way see
 So I would go to my room, blast, Run DMC
 Around 1984 I left the group home, again alone
 Still dreamin' about the microphone
 Gimme a chance man, I know I can rock it
 But I had to worry about puttin' money in my pocket
 So when I reached the shelter
 I met my helper DJ Scott La Rock
 And we both loved hip-hop
 I was takin' suckas out in the shelter system
 Yeah there was rappers in the shelter
 But I had to diss 'em, but all along
 My vision was never lost
 I kept seeing all these rap groups fallin' off
 Do you ever think about when you're outta here?
 Fly girl and fresh gear outta here?
 Five-thousand dollar love seat outta here?
 No doubt BDP is old school, but we ain't goin' out
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 While I'm battling these rival crews
 Yes, BDP would stay in the street news
 Some said all they wanna do is battle
 They can't write a song, so their careers won't last long
 Around this time I used to hang with Ced Gee
 And DJ Scott La Rock used to buy gold with Eric B
 I didn't meet Rakim till later with Scott
 I remember we were jammin' at the rooftop
 It used to irk me when these critics had opinions
 Scott would say, "Just keep rappin', I'll keep spinnin'"
 We had a fucked up contract, but we signed it
 And dropped the hip-hop album Criminal Minded
 We told the critics your opinions are bull
 Same time Eric B and Rakim dropped Paid in Full
 Hip-hop pioneers we didn't ask to be
 But right then hip-hop changed drastically
 People didn't wanna hear the old rap sound
 We started samplin' beats by James Brown
 In the middle of doin', my philosophy
 Scott was killed and that shit got to me
 But knowin' the laws of life and death
 I knew his breath, was one with my breath
 I had nothin' left and it was scary
 So I dropped, by all means necessary
 Another hip-hop group that was a friend of me
 Was a revolution crew called Public Enemy
 It takes a nation of millions to hold us back
 These two albums set off consciousness in rap
 But all along, I'm still lookin' around
 And all I can see are these rap groups fallin' down
 Do you ever think about when you outta here?
 Condominium and beach house outta here?
 Credit cards and bank accounts outta here?
 No doubt BDP is old school, be we ain't goin' out