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[Verse 1: Masta Ace]

Yo it's a nice summer day man the weather warm

I don't need my skully hat or my leather on

I will not need my long john pants

And there's not even a chance I'mma have to put a sweater on

I hit the block and I take a deep inhale

The warm breeze catch my shirt like a wind sail

I make a left down Hinsdale

Then I see my nigga Rob, man I thought that he was in jail

He in the front yard puffin' on the blunt hard

I stop a while and talk trash like a junk yard

Then keep it moving like the wings on a hummingbird

The whole day's ahead of me, I ain't trynna come in third

I hit the subway waiting on the platform

I see this old man in Sean John and Phat Farm

He asks me if I like rap and I say, "Yeah"

He takes the Yankee fitted hat off his grey hair

Then he starts to spit the best verse I ever heard

I'm amazed and I'm hangin' on his every word

He goin' in though the train noise loud around

People on they way to work start to crowd around

We can't believe how this old man spittin' fire

He was a hundred bars in and he didn't tire

He kept going and he wasn't backin' away

I heard somebody say they reckognized him from back in the day

Word?

[Hook: Samples from various artists]

That cat was nice with his

Bless with the lyrics

Rap fantastic, Street corner soldier

Showing and proving on a day to day basis

Doin’ his thing from the OG’s on down to the youngs

Niggas are fascinated how the shit begin

[Verse 2: Masta Ace]

When he finished up his verse, everybody clapped

Except a couple kids, that's cause they probably rapped

Against him, these kids wouldn't have lasted a round

He held his Yankee hat out and he passed it around

I dropped a dollar in then I dropped a dollar more

I said, "Yo old man your rap skills are kind of raw"

He said I graduated high school in '84

And had a hundred verses back then, maybe more

He said it'd been about thirty years plus

Since he was on a bus goin' around doin' a crazy tour

And then he reached into his grey velour

And pulled out a CD that he had dropped way before

I was born, he was on somebody steps sittin'

Holdin' a pen and pad, looing like he'd just written

A song, I said "You looked way younger then"

He said "Yeah, that was a long hot summer then"

[Hook]

That cat was nice with his

Bless with the lyrics

Rap fantastic, Street corner soldier

New and improvin’ on a day to day basis

Doin’ his thing from the OG’s on down to the youngs

Niggas are fascinated how the shit begin