Nametag Alexander – Vintage Like The 45 (Lyrics & Video)

Vintage Like The 45 – Nametag Alexander Lyrics

My name come with value watch the stock holdings, leave the microphone smokin’ on some Rakim I’m not jokin’, with words that’s potent spoken by this wise poet, quite therapeutic so this how I define copin’, at bird’s eye view my third eye open this that stove you knew better than to touch as a child ‘cause that pot scoldin’, still rhyme like I’m tired of hand me down clothin’ from my cousins who were older back in nineties fast forward now I got motion, and not a single plan of stoppin’, they tryin’ to crack the combination since I got it locked and sealed, off this skill, I rocked more than a decade without a deal, I know ain’t grow up in a life of luxury but momma made sure that I ain’t go without a meal, the price is the price as long as I got bills if a hurdle I’ll hop then an obstacle I’ll kill

Ugh, vintage like the 45, this is not a Billboard or Top 40 rhyme, tell my cousin E I’m still hungry and it’s order time if me slaughterin’ this ain’t a crime then it’s borderline

Vintage like the 45, this is not a Billboard or Top 40 rhyme, tell my cousin E I’m still hungry and it’s order time if me slaughterin’ this ain’t a crime then it’s borderline

And I’m still sayin’ work win repeat, I remember thinkin’ ‘bout quittin’ it felt like Shorty yellin’ up the street to Bleek “I won’t sell it”, tried to move solo but I couldn’t go helpless, want to win in my home city like it’s ‘06 and I’m Jerome Bettis goin’ for the gold like a Herringbone necklace, goal getter since ‘03 when it was me an ONPoint ridin’ round in that old Beretta, ‘nother day another studio session honin’ my craft improvin’ until it’s no pressure, goin’ for mine and addin’ on extra like ranch on the side with a nine piece chicken wing with the fries, bein’ witty the rhymes is what I seem to specialize in vintage as a forty five style vinyl this is timeless, find it terrific, what a great time to be gifted

Ugh, vintage like the 45, this is not a Billboard or Top 40 rhyme, tell my cousin E I’m still hungry and it’s order time if me slaughterin’ this ain’t a crime then it’s borderline

Vintage like the 45, this is not a Billboard or Top 40 rhyme, tell my cousin E I’m still hungry and it’s order time if me slaughterin’ this ain’t a crime then it’s

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