Memory Lane
DJ J.Period Lyrics

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
My music is for everyone, including those who enjoy smoking marijuana, attractive women, and incarcerated individuals.

Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a
I also appeal to those who drink Hennessy and people who have been listening to hip hop for a long time, but I often criticize those who are not true to the art form.

Unofficial that smoke woolie thai
I am not a fan of those who smoke low-quality marijuana.

I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
I did not finish high school, but was motivated by a woman who used cocaine.

Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver
I come from a rough environment and do not care about who appears to be the toughest.

My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer
My friend motivated me more than any commercial product could.

Sentence begins indented, with formality
My rhymes are structured and appropriately written, like a formal sentence.

My duration's infinite, money wise or physiology
My presence in hip hop will last forever, whether in terms of financial success or my personal well-being.

Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop
My use of poetic language and flow is natural to me, and my style is uniquely my own.

I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I create original hip hop that is grounded in the traditional beats and rhymes of the genre and my own experiences growing up in the streets.

I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
I reflect on past experiences, including a friend who was killed for his clothing at a park gathering.

Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke
The memory of my friend's death stays with me, and I often associate it with smoking marijuana.

It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
My upbringing was in a difficult environment, and I have experienced time in jail as well as drug use.

The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife fights invite crimes
My community was plagued with drug addiction, violence, and criminal activity, which often led to deadly altercations.

Chill on the block with Cognac gold strap
I spend time hanging out with my friends and relaxing on the neighborhood streets, carrying a gold-colored gun.

With my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
My social circle is involved in the drug trade, but we also use our musical talents to make money.

No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
I do not see any police presence in the area, which makes me assume that everything is calm and peaceful.

For niggaz no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
It seems that there are no deceitful individuals around who might shoot someone from a distance.

Start off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to Ceelo
We begin gambling with various games, including rolling dice and playing Ceelo.

With side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
I place additional bets on the outcome of the game, and I happen to roll a two. I give a friendly acknowledgement to those around me.

Peace God, now the shit is explained
I greet my friends and express that everything is clear now.

I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through memory lane
I am reminiscing and taking people on a journey through my past experiences and emotions.

It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all
It is just the way it is, plain and simple.

"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
I want to go back in time and recall old events from my life.

"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
I am from Queensbridge, a public housing development in Queens, New York.

One for the money
I begin my rhymes by acknowledging profits or earnings.

Two for pussy and foreign cars
I continue to list things that people may desire, including sex and luxury vehicles.

Three for Alize niggas deceased or behind bars
I change the tone and pay tribute to those who have passed away or are incarcerated, with a reference to a popular alcoholic beverage.

I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
I proclaim to be a messenger of God, questioning whether my words and intentions are genuine or a part of the entertainment industry.

My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
I live in a dangerous area and often witness violence and substance abuse from my window.

Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
There are no beautiful aspects of life where I come from, only harsh realities and conflict.

A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
I accept that a violent death may be my destiny, and I use marijuana as a form of self-medication.

Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
I rely on my sharp wit and versatility to succeed and protect myself in various situations.

Your telephone blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Your phone is ringing constantly, and you may be involved in criminal activity, as indicated by your black clothes or large shoelaces.

Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
People are like gasoline, and I am like a weapon that can cause an explosion when provoked.

And back down po-po when I'm vexed so
I will resist and fight the police when I feel angry or frustrated.

My pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
Although I am talented, sometimes I struggle with writer's block.

I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
When I close my eyes, I visualize the gritty reality of my surroundings and the fellow street hustlers who share my lifestyle.

Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus some fail
We are all trying to improve our status and achieve success, but not everyone will make it.

Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
The justice system is flawed, with judges being too harsh on people and bail policies causing more harm than good, especially for drug dealers.

My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
I am well-educated and wise despite coming from a difficult background, which is similar to the story of Jesus Christ.

I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real
My words are meant to empower and uplift those who are weak or struggling, with a focus on authenticity.

Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I pay homage to Jesus Christ while acknowledging my own expertise in the art of hip hop.

I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I am able to interpret and relay important messages through my music, ultimately hoping to promote peace.

I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
I spent time with older individuals who sold drugs to unaware customers.

They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
They reminisced about a notorious drug lord named Fat Cat, whose name was well-known and often associated with violence.

Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Drug addicts often mentioned the Supreme Team, a criminal organization based in Jamaica, Queens.

Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Further uptown was another drug kingpin named Alpo, known for his supremacy in the trade.

Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still
People who claim to be genuine in the hip hop community are often exposed as fake when confronted with the harsh realities of life in the streets.

Never talkin' to snakes cause the words of man kill
I avoid speaking to deceitful people, as their words can be harmful and dangerous.

True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I will always remain true to the hip hop culture and lifestyle, as it is an integral part of my identity.

I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane
I pay homage to my friends who are no longer alive by drinking beer in their honor and remembering our shared experiences.