'94

[Intro]

So 1994, arguably

Is single-handedly

One of the greatest years, if not, the greatest in history

Let's be very clear on that

[Chorus: Common]

A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop

To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop

Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop

A-one, two, y'all, and you don't stop

[Verse 1: Ché Noir]

Yo

April 19, doctor's say "It’s a girl"

In '94, Illmatic dropped the same day I came in this world

My mother said "The World is Yours", she was givin' me game

It's only right I take a trip down "Memory Lane"

In '94 that's when Biggie dropped Ready to Die

The first time I heard "Gimme the Loot", I kept pressin' rewind

I grew up hearin' 2Pac's "So Many Tears"

That's when I fell in love with rap and said "I'm supposed to be there"

Jay had Reasonable Doubt, 1, 2 and Volume 3

Foxy was my favorite but Lauryn's style, inspired me

Classics and no rapper will get to replace it

They blame it on the kids and say we too "Miseducated"

But Pun, Kim, X and Mobb Deep, type of shit I loved

Bumpin' Wu before I was old enough to hit a club

Respect to the rappers I didn't grow up on

Came out before I was born or I was probably too young to know they songs

[Chorus: Common]

A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop

To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop

Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop

A-one, two, y'all, and you don't stop

A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop

To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop

Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop

A-one, two, y'all, and you don't stop

[Verse 2: Ché Noir]

G-Unit was my generation, Pac and Biggie

I remember niggas wantin' to get shot, 'cause 50

Back when we used to burn mixtapes or go to the store

Back when Arcadia was lit, a place you go where you're bored

I wrote my first sixteen to a Tribe Called Quest beat

Made my first beat, inspired by a Kanye West beat

I remember watchin' Big Tigger in the Basement

I used to fantasize about me spittin' with the greatest

At my shows, word for word how they sang each song

Use music as my medicine to erase these scars

I get paid for these bars

Now, I reminisce back when pork and beans and hot dogs was our filet mignon

Heat a honey bun for breakfast, momma playin' What's the 411?

We was still livin' on Broadway, the poor young slums

In the future, when they talk about the greats

They gon' mention Ché Noir in them top five debates

[Chorus: Common]

A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop

To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop

Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop

A-one, two, y'all, and you don't stop

A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop

To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop

Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop

A-one, two, y'all, and you don't stop