Let's take it back before the tightly-worn pants

To the Nike, Jordan hats

The stripe Lee's, Jordache, and the white tees

Lightning storms might be formed fast

Such a frightening forecast

But when you're slightly hoarse, rasp

From the cyphering or gasp, but still reciting your raps

While you're tightening your grasp around the mic 'cause you done shitted on it so much, you're always reminded of your past