The Garden - DJ Jazzy Jeff, Big Daddy Kane

You ain’t lookin in the mouth of maddness

Kid your facin it

Put your game face on and start embracin it

I’m from the streets that first started all

That hatin shit

And n***az used to spell ghetto with the «h» in it

You see the innocent children, from 10 in the building

Get that menacin feelin, but when it’s revealed

A 16's just an enterprise you pretend to ride

It seems it’s been applied, it’s a snoop genocide

N****z ain’t showin that they skills is there

N****z ain’t tryna build careers

When them guns start to bust and you ain’t real prepared

Now your rhymes just a souvenir, from a killed career

Understand I do a lot of renovating myself

Kane ain’t never been known for limits breaking my «self»

Club, shootin thug shit, innovatin myself

But you’ll never catch the God incriminating my «self»

Unto God and to Hip Hop yo we stay true

And always remember just what a snake do

Watch those around you cuz they’ll be fake too

And never let the game make you

Most of all

Unto God and to Hip Hop stay in circle

There’s a lot to see beneath where the dirt is

Dig a little deeper and scratch the surface

Maybe then you’ll understand your purpose

Now reflecting on the game kid

I have to say

Much love to the one Jam Master Jay

A loss that hit the world of hip hop like John Lennon

Chapter out of life that prevailed the wrong inning

Still from the Notorious, hearts are shooken

Streets started lookin like we missed a part of Brooklynn

A disappointing flavor that we taste before

But a spots been secured for the late Shakur

The pain was severe when we lost the lid

We try to get by, then turn around and lost Left Eye

We even see how fatal diseases be

Snatchin playaz like Eazy-E, easily

Respect to Freaky Tah, Big L and Big Pun

The big one, who left the Terror Squad forever scarred

Your lifestyle and your musical gift, in the hearts of many

You will truly be missed

I never claimed to be the kid slangin rocks for Ex

Never claimed to be the kid that be poppin the teks

But if you look its like my name got stock in the jets

That ain’t my style though, I simply not wish to flex

But if you want we can sit and talk dollars and checks

And good investments, and what follows it next

You sittin there lookin product and vexed

Tryna screwface, dudes Im tryna face

Go the opposite sex

Take a glass of the Remy, start with the Ex

I never had patron but shit I’ll take a shot of it next