[Verse 1]
You love to hear the story from way back then
They used to pop, lock and back-spin
Paint their names on the walls I recall
Tags up and down the halls and bathroom stalls
During recess in the lunchroom, my man would beat on the desk
Emcees I would punch through ‘em
Hype off of Krush Groove
Got nice, t-shirt read “bust a move”
My cousin wise, made me rap at the show-and-prove
No challenger on my caliber
Always had to check my calendar for the Islander
Queens, Manhattan or Bronx, you get stomped
Brooklyn back then, we used to ride by [?]
They wear their chains to taunt
They call me Walter, the Water of Love
I slaughtered all the above
After was all they wanted were hugs
It felt like they took hundreds of drugs
All I hunted was blood
Emcees I would punish with grudge
Now stand there, don’t budge as I recapture what once was
Priest is buggin’ in the booth, here, take this blunt, I’m kinda buzzed
I’m kicking the truth to the youth, the little thugs

[Chorus]
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Way back then
Way back then
Way back then
Way back then
Way back then
[Verse 2]
Yeah I went to church since birth
Basic instructions before leaving earth
The ushers used to dress like a nurse and find me the verse I used to rehearse
I was immersed, had a deep thirst for this water of life
I’m at the altar with mics, talking ‘bout Christ, the cross and the Light
But something just wasn’t right
The dresses were tight
They suggest I should fight
Even the pastor, thoughts of having sex with his wife
When I passed her, I picture her naked at night
I told him please pray for me ‘cause I’m young, hung and stay horny
Looked at the choir pew, I think orgy
Then the sister winked at me
I tried to think happy, but I wanted her badly, it drove me madly
That’s when this big hand grabbed me back to sanity, down a cavity with gravity
Imagine me face on the ground, lost my crown from flattery
That’s where I found Proverbs chapter 7, passage 3
Are these God’s words? I asked the reverend for batteries
I need to recharge the spirit and evolve my lyrics
My life shows like Jacob and Esau on pillars
Disciples, angels and [?]s and healers in white robes, able to be gods for n***as

[Chorus]
Yeah yeah yeah
Way back then
Way back then
Way back then
Way back then
Way back then