Things Ain't What They Used to Be - Mic Geronimo.mp3

[00:03.63]Word... Things ain't what they used to be out here, man
[00:06.96]Ain't no more easy living, no more man
[00:09.57]You best to recognize, man, it's a struggle out here, man
[00:12.96]We forced to do, what we got to do, to survive
[00:16.83]It wasn't nothing like this back in the days, man
[00:19.05]Word, shit got to change
[00:21.42][Verse 1: Mic Geronimo]
[00:22.35]Increasing murders, Three-strike life servers, burners, informers
[00:26.40]Guiliani's crews on us
[00:27.87]The heat's just like the guns that we bust shot up
[00:30.54]Poisoning the little ones, now they grow corrupt
[00:33.12]It's different stages, environment got most vision tainted
[00:36.36]Murals on the corner, Rest in Peace now a painting
[00:39.12]Haters seeing the dehumanization of a being
[00:41.76]But worst of all most of y'all don't know what I'm meaning
[00:44.61]And strange days, time seems to move so fast
[00:47.28]Only concerns is the cash, and a whip to match
[00:49.98]See this life is like a bid but it won't do me
[00:52.86]And it's funny nothings really like it used to be, one, two
[00:55.44][Chorus, with Marvin Gaye singing]
[00:56.28]Well things ain't what they used to be
[00:56.97][x4]
[00:57.06][Verse 2: Mic Geronimo]
[01:18.12]The epidemics, narcotics, paramedics
[01:21.06]Everybody eager at a party just to wet it
[01:23.73]And felonies, armed robberies, and sprees
[01:26.28]Higher rates on a key, ghetto love disease
[01:28.95]More discreetly you choose, who to ****ing trust
[01:31.89]Nowadays bulletproof, and a Phills a must
[01:34.59]Most of us serving, or peeling the yardage on the charges
[01:37.65]Incarcerated cut-off from the world, disregarded
[01:40.47]Crack babies retardly born, dis-formed
[01:43.08]And fathers known for shooting China-White inside they arm
[01:46.08]Desert Sickness, planet Earth at it's illest
[01:48.84]Strategically the illest, plan a man in specifics
[01:51.63]Life is like a bid, but it won't do me
[01:54.09]Mentally these are the things that I should not see
[01:56.85]And I'm standing here, counting all the casualties
[01:59.88]Cause things ain't nothing really like they used to be, one, two
[02:03.00][Chorus x4]
[02:03.36][Verse 3: Mic Geronimo]
[02:13.74]Like a night sky
[02:14.70]Saw the darker levels, leading teams of rebels
[02:17.31]And steaming these streets, just like kettles
[02:19.47]Dime minds can rarely walk the concreate, eroded
[02:22.17]Playing, I made a folding, off the cards I was holding
[02:24.93]Young, Stand between you, from the phantom, ghetto backs drops a cannon
[02:30.72]Life at understanding, a maturity stage
[02:33.21]Still a thug, and some will stay the same, for most of his days
[02:35.85]Flushing to South Jamaica raids, saw the time change hands
[02:38.91]Caravans go to MP's after that Lex Lands
[02:41.73]And it's bugged just the product of
[02:43.23]I came to be, and it's funny nothings really like it used to be, one, two
[02:47.70][Chorus]