Been A Long Time
Haystak Lyrics


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Now allow me to reintroduce myself
My name Stak, and from way way back
I've been getting paid for my appearance on track
You a clearance rack rapper, ballin' on a budget
Trying to push it on the public, but if that's you, fuck it
When I was broke, I smoked economic strain
When I was heartbroken, I depicted the pain
Before the rap dope, I spoke cocaine
Al la mota, trucks, and planes
Truckers, pilots, guns, and violence
No airbags in it, probably used to be my shit
But I ain't driving, I had somebody drive it
Time passes on, gotta be so private
The statutes of limitations allow me to tell you more about Jason
The story, the saga, not guilty your honor
The man behind the don, the whale off in the water
The godfather of this white boy rap shit
Speak a different opinion and get kidnapped bitch
Classy, never flashy, epic shit
That I'm gonna spit til them alpha bits come get me
Richly blessed, who would've guessed
That I'd see my way through my 20's, I'm gonna die getting money
Hip-hop's waiting on a heart transplant
And I love her so much, I'd give her mine, and
Conduct surgery, fuck the jewelry
Do you before you have a chance to do me
And leave it in the hands of a judge and jury
What I gave his bitch ass was a piece of the fury
I'm angry, they say I'm not the same me
My money changed them, and then they changed me
All night, counting different denominations
Carpel tunnel, in the game no worker's compensation
Real talk, I'm measuring my conversation
Weighing them so I know what they're worth when I'm saying them
The word man, I've got syllables and nouns
Ten years ago, you've might've found some pounds
But now the mic's the strap
The banks the scape
The crew's still the crew
But my rhymes are weight
I'm no fuck boy, I erupt volcanic
Should've learned your lesson about not listening, Bin Laden
Madden ain't the pros, Myspace ain't the industry
That line's gonna have a lot of people pissed at me
I'm destiny, I'm the fate of hip-hop
KRS move his mouth, I'm gonna open him up
Show improve, I live and die by the drive-by
Easier to find than wi-fi
Y'all SCI-FI, but I'm down to earth
Y'all nerds who don't know what a pound is worth
Never worked a vacuum sealer, boy stop lying
You're not a hustler, young pimpin', you a client
Buying more drugs than you ever sold
You a junkie on the low from what I was told
I'm back and I'm going in on anything lookin' at me
Exactly what the game needed, open hand smacking
Wake up, I'm bout to shake up shit
God forbid you wake up in the middle of it
Like, What the fuck?
Mother fucker don't move
There ain't a mother fucker in this room I won't do
This is the return of the big ass white boy
Back with my head right
Still ain't got caught dead, red light
Fight, fight, fight, fight (echoes)
Until there's nothing left to fight about
If tonight's the night, fuck it then I'm going out
It's been a long time, I shouldn't left you




Without some white boy shit to rep to
UHHHH!!!!

Overall Meaning

These lyrics are from Haystak's song "Been a Long Time". The lyrics are a reintroduction of Stak's persona and his past experiences, giving an insight about how he started in the music industry from the bottom to the top. He explains how he has been making money from his appearance on tracks for a long time while cheap rappers try to push their music on the public without much success. Stak also reveals some of his struggles—from being broke and heartbroken in the past, to being involved in criminal activities such as drugs, guns, and violence. Stak also talks about the limitations of the justice system that allowed him to portray his story without any would-be legal ramifications.


Line by Line Meaning

Now allow me to reintroduce myself
I'm introducing myself again because I've changed and I want people to know the new me


My name Stak, and from way way back
I've been around for a long time and have been known as Stak


I've been getting paid for my appearance on track
I've been paid for my contributions to music tracks


You a clearance rack rapper, ballin' on a budget
You're a cheap rapper with low standards and minimal resources


Trying to push it on the public, but if that's you, fuck it
You're trying to get your music out there, but if that's all you've got, forget it


When I was broke, I smoked economic strain
I smoked cheap weed when I was poor


When I was heartbroken, I depicted the pain
I expressed my heartache through my music


Before the rap dope, I spoke cocaine
I talked about cocaine before I became a rapper


Al la mota, trucks, and planes
I mention different transportation methods and marijuana here


Truckers, pilots, guns, and violence
I mention people who engage in trucking, flying, guns, and violence


No airbags in it, probably used to be my shit
A car I used to own didn't have airbags


But I ain't driving, I had somebody drive it
I had someone else drive that car


Time passes on, gotta be so private
As time goes on, I need to be more cautious about what I say and do


The statutes of limitations allow me to tell you more about Jason
The statute of limitations has expired for me to talk about something related to Jason


The story, the saga, not guilty your honor
I'm referring to a legal situation that I was found not guilty in


The man behind the don, the whale off in the water
I'm talking about an influential person hiding in the shadows


The godfather of this white boy rap shit
I'm referring to myself as a major influence in the white boy rap scene


Speak a different opinion and get kidnapped bitch
I'm criticizing people who kidnap others for having a different opinion


Classy, never flashy, epic shit
I describe myself as classier than flashy and I make epic music


That I'm gonna spit til them alpha bits come get me
I'll continue to make music until the end


Richly blessed, who would've guessed
I've been fortunate in my life and people may not have expected it


That I'd see my way through my 20's, I'm gonna die getting money
I've survived my 20s and will continue making money until I die


Hip-hop's waiting on a heart transplant
The hip-hop industry is in need of a major change


And I love her so much, I'd give her mine, and
I care deeply about music and would sacrifice myself for it


Conduct surgery, fuck the jewelry
I'd rather focus on improving music than wearing flashy jewelry


Do you before you have a chance to do me
I advise people to be true to themselves before they try to copy me


And leave it in the hands of a judge and jury
If there are disputes, it's better to let the court system handle them


What I gave his bitch ass was a piece of the fury
I gave someone a piece of my anger


I'm angry, they say I'm not the same me
I'm upset that people say I've changed


My money changed them, and then they changed me
People close to me changed because of my wealth and then I changed too


All night, counting different denominations
I spent all night counting different amounts of money


Carpel tunnel, in the game no worker's compensation
I suffer from carpal tunnel syndrome from writing music, but there's no worker's compensation for music


Real talk, I'm measuring my conversation
I'm being careful about what I say


Weighing them so I know what they're worth when I'm saying them
I consider the value of my words before I speak them


The word man, I've got syllables and nouns
I'm skilled with words and use syllables and nouns to make music


Ten years ago, you've might've found some pounds
I was overweight ten years ago


But now the mic's the strap
Now, my microphone is my weapon


The banks the scape
I'm blaming banks for my problems


The crew's still the crew
My crew hasn't changed


But my rhymes are weight
My lyrics have become more important to me


I'm no fuck boy, I erupt volcanic
I'm not a weak person and I can be explosive


Should've learned your lesson about not listening, Bin Laden
I'm referencing an incident in which someone didn't listen and comparing them to Bin Laden


Madden ain't the pros, Myspace ain't the industry
I'm suggesting that video games and social media aren't the true industry leaders


That line's gonna have a lot of people pissed at me
I know that what I said in the previous line will anger many people


I'm destiny, I'm the fate of hip-hop
I believe I'm meant to be influential in hip-hop


KRS move his mouth, I'm gonna open him up
I'm challenging another rapper to a battle


Show improve, I live and die by the drive-by
I must show my worth and ride-or-die for my crew


Easier to find than wi-fi
I'm saying I'm easy to find


Y'all SCI-FI, but I'm down to earth
People are too fantastical, but I'm realistic


Y'all nerds who don't know what a pound is worth
Some people don't know the true value of things


Never worked a vacuum sealer, boy stop lying
I'm implying that someone is lying about their life experiences


You're not a hustler, young pimpin', you a client
You're not a true hustler, you're just a customer


Buying more drugs than you ever sold
You're buying more drugs than you're actually selling


You a junkie on the low from what I was told
I've heard you're secretly addicted to drugs


I'm back and I'm going in on anything lookin' at me
I'm back and ready to confront anything that's in my way


Exactly what the game needed, open hand smacking
The game needed someone to smack it open-handed


Wake up, I'm bout to shake up shit
I'm about to make some major changes


God forbid you wake up in the middle of it
I don't want someone to wake up and realize they've missed something important


Like, What the fuck?
They might react in horror


Mother fucker don't move
I'm telling someone to stay still


There ain't a mother fucker in this room I won't do
I'm willing to do whatever it takes to succeed


This is the return of the big ass white boy
I'm making a comeback as a white rapper with a lot of influence


Back with my head right
I'm back, focused and rational


Still ain't got caught dead, red light
I haven't died or lost momentum yet


Fight, fight, fight, fight (echoes)
A call to continue fighting


Until there's nothing left to fight about
I'll keep fighting until there's no more reason to


If tonight's the night, fuck it then I'm going out
If tonight's the night I die, I'm okay with that


It's been a long time, I shouldn't left you
It's been a while since my last release


Without some white boy shit to rep to
Without any new music for white boys to listen to


UHHHH!!!!
A vocal exclamation to end the song




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