In Search Of The Youth Crew

I remember that summer up in the crib

Just like adam with the missing rib

The cocaine kids where they use to live

And the hairdresser use to talk..yeah real real clear

But i gotta a grapevine 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 shit, 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 deadpan comedy closed into the dressers

No spins just presses, preferably for courtship

Most kid contortion, im 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 sex, no talk like kramer

If you wanna check me, baby i'm easy hahaha

Your 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 bedpost

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, she takes shots like salo

The time that i speak will track 9 of this album

Club goers prouder than a nose knows talcum

I still rock the arrows like the riddler

Wasted kids still sneaking into the club

The youth crews back

(interlude)

Sherri & her mom

Sherri: rollie...

Mom: he's mom accused you of making him gay

Sherri: tell me a story mom

Mom: what story?

Sherri: about rollie

Mom: one time you gotta 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 "rolie, we have to go home now!"

"why mommy?"

"cause your not suppose to play with barbies

And sherri, don't ever play with rollie again

He'a boy, not a girl, bye!"