BACK IN THE DAY
Lyrics by Mattic Parks
Music by Oogo

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Back in the days
Back in the days
Back in the days
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Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore, but some days I sit and wish I was a rubix cube

Small minded nigga's always be talking.
He had to go overseas to do his walking.
Fuck y'all I hope you live to do his walking.
for hating on success your bullshit is often.

You think you know me from a style that change
Like climax's that we living this life time is strange.
Edit profile, safe mode will rearrange like the groups that I done been in
Where do I begin?

Katskillz was III
Natural soul build with my brother, then
we add Madwreck to form the Others.
Started great, but late we got off of the page, so i Took the stage instead of turning to rage.
Almost quit this shit, the diabolic flip, heading to the palace of Prime in Southtropolis.
Popodapolis, the father of Asha's gift was the best thing I done in my life so bust this.

Ever been to the store and brought a rubix cube?
I compare myself to that shit dude.
When you try to figure me out, the color's which squares
level's raise like metal gear, open and beware.

It's like you straining your vein
Attaching to brains
To put it down man you can't play these games.
What up cuz-o
I manifesto
Turn in to slick-co
Asshole, rude, crude, figure the rubix cube.

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Back in the days
Back in the days
Back in the days
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore…
Back in the days

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Lyrics by Mattic Parks Music by Chomsk'


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Mr. Mat your on
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Mr. Mat your on

It's like heat from the sunlight,
I squeeze the tight life out of you, and got you smiling to
So What it do ?
Relay the verses right back to you
so you act a fool
The up with cool, down with school.

Has a list of line of waiters full of haters
some rock timberland, some rock with gators
Some all natural, but still get their power pulled
Reconnection is beautiful thing the mind rule.
Duel with this expertise mic handle,
out of order generating dudes be lighting candles.
Just to catch a swift win now you in the dark,
I heard some nigga's waiting for that ass in the parking lot.

So what's the wrong route, escape death I doubt it
They after you
Only seconds
Mattic's after you
Only seconds
Mattic's after you
It takes seconds
Mattic's after you
To make a track
Yo Mr. Fantastic is after you

That's the way of the world
Day tripper, your song I skip to the next one because I can't take it no more
This is classic encounters
Consider the source down to earth til it explodes and bust like grapes.
And out of shape fat people other words obesity.
To get along with everyone, no you history.
You shitting me or can you just not see ?
In this life time I mastered the art in my ability.

The originality, exalted and compassionate
The expediter
Restored to mentor
When I the television on I witness all the gluttony.
But if I talk about it nigga's just mute the,
focus of my sanity, body and soul
love and weather, fall apart and build back together.
My spirit box's has got a black man's waltz with three little words,
I love you
At all cost
My people whose the boss and do you pay the cost ?
Yo check it out now, witness the floss because,
I'm about to make another record, and you van hit in about 10 seconds cause…

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Mr. Mat your on
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Mr. Mat your on

On on on
Mr. Mat your on
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Think 4 Yourself
Lyrics by Astrid Engberg and Mattic Parks. Music
by Chomsk'
(rap)

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Get up in the morning
black coffee
milk is overdue
pick up some old cassette
set my feelings

I take my time
says a friend of mine
but I don't mind,
I don't mind if I don't find
They get to go

see me laying
Think
4 yourself
x2
Cause the streets
don't seem gray
when you're on my mind
and when you know
well I feel fine

How about you
?

Description of your problems
Man I know it all connects
Get up on the go
You never going to figure out talking to everybody
need to think for yourself
I say

This mans there's dimensions you ain't tapped in yet.
Got your focus all wrong but I bet
The test is a classroom and you might fail
win some lose some, it's all swell.

Description of your problems I know the next person
need to get up on the go, got to get up on the, get up on the…
You never going to figure out taking advice
Got ah think, got ah think, got ah think for yourself allright.

J’ai tellement changé j’me reconnais plus quand je parle
J’me suis enfin vengé y’a des sous en jeu quand je crache ma rage
J’ai trop vu l’usine faut qu’je casse la cage y’a mon blaze écrit sur le bas d’la page
Je prie quand j’suis pas foncedé je sais qu’c’est chacun son tour qu’les rumeurs sont pas fondées
Je sais que le travail paye tant qu’les prods sont pas samplées je vois c’qui passe un peu
Faire un salaire c’est pas simple faut tout donner pour son clan
Pour la teill’ j’te passes un bleu je porte mes couilles et mes carats
Je vois qu’elle me trouve vulgaire mais quand j’étais jeune t’étais pas là
Le bon Dieu me guide c’est vrai mais jamais je baisse la garde
L’enfer c’est les autres j’dors que d’un oeil comme un harag
J’suis froid comme le permafrost le soir j’me tue au Frozen
Jamais j’sors de la grotte j’envoie les tracks par douzaines

J’suis de 99 j’ai 99 problèmes j’connais la haine pas l’amour trop souvent ça mène à la mort
Tu connais le proverbe il n’y a qu’un pas pour finir comme à Guantanamo seul le ciel peut le savoir

Baby allo Hermès Yves saint Laurent
Baby allo Manucure chicha ballon
Baby allo playa restau tel-ho
Baby allo bad bitch fume le yellow

Des années durant j’ai abusé du vice j’avais trop mal à l’intérieur
J’aimerai grimper les parois sont lisses j’me sens même plus comme un terrien
J’ai fait tapis dans la musique j’suis un génie ou le plus grand des caves
J’pense à mon frère qui pointe à la SPIP on a jamais su rentrer dans les cases
J’coupais des plaques dans la 206 j’ai maudis le monde entier j’exprime pas mon ressenti
J’suis devenu froid j’suis devenu distant-sur moi personne dégun a de l’emprise
J’suis l’petit à personne quand j’suis triste j’allume un joint quand j’suis content j’allume un joint OK J’crois qu’y’a un truc qu’est cassé Vais-je un jour trouver ma place ?
Si le bon Dieu me permet d’enfin briser la glace
Rien ne me retient à part ma mère même faire de la musique toute la journée
Je souhaite à tout prix éviter l’enfer mais des fois j’suis bon des fois j’suis mauvais

J’suis de 99 j’ai 99 problèmes j’connais la haine pas l’amour trop souvent ça mène à la mort
Tu connais le proverbe il n’y a qu’un pas pour finir comme à Guantanamo seul le ciel peut le savoir

Baby allo Hermès Yves saint Laurent
Baby allo Manucure chicha ballon
Baby allo playa restau tel-ho
Baby allo bad bitch fume le yellow

Eng:
I’ve changed so much, I don’t recognize myself when I talk
I finally got my revenge, there’s money at stake when I spit my rage
I’ve seen too much of the factory, gotta break the cage, my name’s written at the bottom of the page
I pray when I’m not high, I know everyone gets their turn, rumors don’t hold weight
I know hard work pays off as long as the beats aren’t sampled, I see what’s going around
Making a living ain’t easy, you gotta give it all for your crew
For the bottle I’ll hand you a bruise, I carry my balls and my carats
She thinks I’m vulgar, but when I was young, you weren’t there
God guides me, that’s true — but I never lower my guard
Hell is other people, I sleep with one eye open like a harag*
I’m cold like permafrost, at night I kill myself with Frozen
Never leave the cave, I send tracks by the dozen

I’m from ’99, got 99 problems
I’ve known hate, not love — too often it leads to death
You know the saying — there’s only one step before ending up like in Guantanamo
Only heaven can know

Baby hello Hermès, Yves Saint Laurent
Baby hello manicure, hookah, balloon
Baby hello beach, restaurant, hotel
Baby hello bad bitch smoking yellow

For years I drowned in vice, too much pain inside
I’d like to climb up but the walls are slick, I don’t even feel human anymore
I went all in on music — I’m a genius or the biggest fool
I think of my brother going to probation, we never fit in any box
I was cutting slabs in the 206, cursed the whole world, never shared how I felt
I got cold, I got distant — no one’s got control over me
I belong to no one; when I’m sad, I light a joint, when I’m happy, I light a joint — OK
I think something’s broken — will I ever find my place?
If God lets me finally break the ice
Nothing holds me back except my mother, even making music all day long
I try my best to stay out of hell — but sometimes I’m good, sometimes I’m not

I’m from ’99, got 99 problems
I’ve known hate, not love — too often it leads to death
You know the saying — there’s only one step before ending up like in Guantanamo
Only heaven can know

Baby hello Hermès, Yves Saint Laurent
Baby hello manicure, hookah, balloon
Baby hello beach, restaurant, hotel
Baby hello bad bitch smoking yellow