I remeber when it was good.

I like the new artist.

I like the new hip hop.

I like the new hype.

I like the new bop.

I mean it's good.

I'm  mean it's Okay.

It's dope.

But it just don't compare to how it was back in the day.

I remember the first time I heard it growing up.

I had artist plastered on my wall like  wall paper.

I miss the mixing.

The scratching.

The breakbeats.

I miss the word play.

The similes .


The metaphors.


The delivery.


The adlibs.

The timing.

The punchlines.

The cadences.

Being up all night debating  over who the greatest is.

I would get  a rush from peeling back the cellophane off a vinyl , cassette tape  or a CD 

You could hear the artist thought process and passion in every bar.

Their energy would go all through me.

Don't get me wrong.

Some of the new guys move me.

Maybe I'm a dinosaur.

Maybe I'm being stubborn in my ways.

I can't help it.

It's just not like back in the day.


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