Benzoin Gum + Asafoetida = 10 Years Later

歌詞

10 years later I'm blessed and still breathing But I gotta tell you, Jay, things are not greater As you know, many more lives were terminated So even more scars accumulated Memories engraved deep, not faded Death came, passed, no Sunday shaded But I know without you, Jay, I'd have never made it 10 years later Thinking about you, brother, all the time (And I be) Talking to you most of my rhymes Things are not better, Jay. Feel me? More scars, more memories (And I be) Hoping that the babies don't suffer (And I be) Tell ‘em that, “An MF love ya” (Love ya) Clutched in the hands of poverty More scars, more memories (Memories) Traveled through the years, jealousy Became a cancer to the family Quest for money divided us Feels like they forgot you died for us Feels like God just lied to us Life on Earth is death to us Not saying I can't be wrong Just saying, about this, I feel strong Thinking about you, brother, all the time (And I be) Talking to you most of my rhymes Things are not better, Jay. Feel me? More scars, more memories (And I be) (To the mighty Subroc,) Hoping that the babies don't suffer (And I be) (Big L, T.,) Tell ‘em that, “An MF love ya” (Love ya) Clutched in the hands of poverty (K-Nitt. 10 years later.) More scars, more memories (Memories) (Yves St. Larock, KK,) Thinking about you, brother, all the time (And I be) Talking to you most of my rhymes (and to all the other ones who left this Earth too soon.) Things are not better, Jay. Feel me? More scars, more memories (Rest in peace.) (And I be) Hoping that the babies don't suffer (And I be) Tell ‘em that, “An MF love ya” (Love ya) Clutched in the hands of poverty More scars, more memories (Memories) (Rest in peace.) Thinking about you, brother, all the time (And I be) Talking to you most of my rhymes Things are not better, Jay. Feel me? (K-Nitt,) More scars, more memories (And I be) (Subroc,) Hoping that the babies don't suffer (And I be) (Yves St. Larock,) Tell ‘em that, “An MF love ya” (Love ya) (Big L. Rest in peace.) Clutched in the hands of poverty More scars, more memories (Memories) (And to all others who left this Earth too soon) Let me just calm down, get myself together. Like I told you, I don't just endorse anything. I don't just walk into a studio and say, “This is hot,” or put my name or put my image on something just because. I'm telling you this man is hot. I've known this man for many years, aight? Taking it back to the X-Ecutioner days, when Roc Raida was his DJ and he was getting down in the streets, he has continued on and done his thing, and this is the culmination of all that right here: Special Herbs + Spices Volume One