Ginkabiloba

[Intro]
I'm sitting alone in a room of memories
The walls drop out before me
A large closet filled with giant records appears
My clothes of childhood drape over them
I look at them, I look at myself

[Verse 1]
Yeah, when I was eating honey barbeque wings from the Colonel
I'm picking Michaelangelo, playing Ninja Turtles
And that's in action video games or action figures
Two pairs of nunchucks, y'all niggas don't want none
Foot Clan stepped up, we made them regret it
Leave 'em running with their tails tucked back to the shredder
The game fucked up man, we oughta reset it

[Spoken Interlude]
Oh, the game's fucked up, we gotta reset it. Wait, lemme see. Probably just got a bunch of dust in it. Y'all put any alcohol in this earlier? Let's pop it back in. It's probably going to be cool. Oh, look at that

[Verse 2]
Now, I gotta start all over from the beginning
Instead I'm headed to the liquor store to get me some chips
Walk inside and I seen all the kids
Gathered around the machine playing Street Fighter
A bunch of quarters stacked up on the screen
In a row, just to show how many people got next
As soon as someone finally get a chance
The kid advanced on the sticks and quickly whip their ass
I laugh, head back to the pad, bag of Cool Ranch and a Watermelon Gatorade
My mom tied a yellow-green red shoelace around my head yesterday
Pulled out the clippers and gave me a fade
Just seen a friend who moved to Minnesota
Always watching Star Trek when I came over
Had the same haircut as LeVar Burton
When he introduced us to books on Reading Rainbow
Everybody come to my crib tonight to watch the Tyson fight for free
'Cause I'm stealing cable

[Verse 3]
The kid next door hit me in the face with a rock
At the tilt, my mom wiped my face off with a cloth
She said, "Go outside and do something about it"
I grabbed my little skateboard and smacked the shit out him
They ran cheddar plates louder every hour, listening to Death Certificate skits
Robin Lynch, James Brown radio mix stuck in the deck
Hop fences, shoot on courts with hoops and no nets
Couple garter snakes around the neck as pets, WWF
That's leg locks, and off-the-top rope-red box
You big dummy Lamont, you got quotes, get copped
My pop's game, so obviously
Had an older sister lived across the street
Ironically, we where we first meet
He graduated from sidewalk university
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