I remember that summer up in the crib
Just like Adam with the missing rib
The cocaine kids where they used to live
And the hairdresser used to talk, yeah, real real clear

But I gotta a g****vine he's going into fits
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
How the dumb monkey fights gorillas in the midst
In the struggle of the fists for a slice of the fifth

Back then yea, I didn't use to rip shows
I bro down with no ****, sherlock
Nerder hop no number, I'd never talk slop
I only talk chop like drop your drink

Drop your pants, drop your plans
Drop your friends, drop your hands
Loss your rings pop and lock for young hemknott
We use to grab pop like Bruce Willis asks whatchu talking 'bout?

The youth crews back

Silent summer's discreet about it
Gotta hammers in the wrist and a line of gout
And this is those kids with the rubber headbands
And dea**an comedy closed into the dressers

No spins just presses, preferably for courtship
Most kid contortion, I'm not very sharp
But I'm dull for importance if your down for a lark
Oh, you know me? Oh you know about sharks?
It's a reference, less party than the shark

Tank, greed to the seems, partly it was started
Hip-hop hipsters, dearly departed
Cover the phrase and keep it in your locket
We're all on the floor, regretting the week
With no shame on top or beneath the sheets
Youth funeral, yeah, send me a wreath

The youth crews back

Met the young girl that I'd seen on defamer
Couldn't talk like ***, no talk like Kramer
If you wanna check me, baby I'm easy ha ha ha
You're a cute lil-styler with a half-eaten writer
Cut off your fitted cap, take your power like Sylar
I run out the clock, report it to the myzer

Rhyme wise lifer with a bullet-ridden be**ost
Nose to the grindstone, dig 'em till your mind's blown
Throw in the fuse the girls got loose on fructose juice
At the hop out like halo, it taste just like salo

The time that I speak will track 9 of this album
Club goers prouder than a nose knows tal***
I still rock the arrows like the riddler
Wasted kids still sneaking into the club

The youth crews back

Rollie
His mom accused you of making him gay
Tell me a story mom
What story?
About Rollie

One time you got a boy who played Barbies
And he started to sing and he had a beautiful song 'La la la la'
Then his mom came over and said, 'Rollie, we have to go home now'
'Why mommy?'
''Cause you're not supposed to play with Barbies
And Sherri, don't ever play with Rollie again
He's boy, not a girl, bye'