[El Da Sensai]  I calculate that eighty-five was the year  I first grabbed the pen, daydreamin of the cheers  Ahead from rockin shows, no Girbauds that sag  The windbreaker suits and backspins that was mad  I stress progress roll joints at my rest  Til the I'll wee hours, and I knew it was the best  I hit mad spots, many crews got dropped  While I was gettin props niggaz was dealin on the block  Stayin in crib on the weekends was Marley Marl  Was freakin the cuts Mr. Magic was speakin  That's how I got my first taste, makin tapes  Til the rhyme skill was great and my style would escalate  Practice made my perfect tactics  Now my dap gets clap, cause I'm the rap snap fanatic  But now in nine-trey I got the T-Ray track  And my trunks, my roots are growin styles from whayback  ..  [Tame One]  I flash back to fat Kangol hats, with plastic  Back when steppin on kicks in eighty-six got your ass kicked  Bombers and sheepskins, were common when I first started rhymin  Still I found time to go bombin  Me and my pals rocked Cazals with no glass  Dark flavored Clarks, Lee Denims off the ass  Back when Mr. Magic had it goin all the way on  The beat with BDP, added flavor like a crayon  Indeed MC's would represent with the skills  But now in ninety-three a lot of them can get the dillz  It seems like a little sumthin missin in the mix  But now I got a deal, so it's up to me to fix  When niggaz put me up on, with funky raps to cut on  Word is BOND, if I hear another wack rap song  I might snap and it's an actual fact  That I'ma kick it like that, cause this is strictly bout the whayback  ..  [El Da Sensai]  Aww man damn, whayback, things was kinda fat  Had the Godfather knot, a Starter hat, things are kin