[Intro]
Back when boom bap banged and the bars were blessed,
We studied gods with mics—no need for tests.
This one’s for the greats, the raw, the real,
Let me show you how the golden era made us feel…

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[Verse 1]
Eminem, pen venom in a padded cell,
“Lose Yourself” still hits like a warning bell.
Nas said it best, “Sleep’s the cousin of death,”
So I write in the dark just to honor his breath.

B-Real lit the blunt, then lit the booth,
Voice high as the sky, but his bars told truth.
Canibus came with a vocab unmatched,
Spit one verse, had whole careers detached.

Snoop slid in smooth with that laid-back flow,
“Gin & Juice” in his cup, talkin’ death row.
Meth from the Clan, sharp sword in his verse,
Brought the pain, uncut, like a Shaolin curse.

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[Chorus]
This is for the ones who paved the path,
With a mic and a rhyme and a righteous wrath.
Each bar a brick in the temple of sound,
Legends of the game, forever crowned.

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[Verse 2]
ODB was the chaos that the beat obeyed,
Wildstyle genius in every phrase he sprayed.
Busta bust through like a verbal cyclone,
Spit so fast he could bend time zones.

Dr. Dre laid the blueprint—beats and bars,
Built the West Coast sound that still hits hard.
Sticky Fingaz, raw with a razor grin,
Tales from the gutter where the pain kicks in.

50 came with hooks and a bulletproof vest,
“Many Men” tried, but he outlived the rest.
Mobb Deep taught us hell was real on Earth,
“Shook Ones” still echoes what a bar is worth.

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[Bridge – Beat slows, soulful loop]
Big Pun hit the pocket with a Latin pride,
“Dead in the middle of Little Italy” he’d glide.
Gang Starr kept it jazzy with a monk-like grace,
Guru dropped gems at a champion’s pace.

Beastie Boys broke molds, flipped the whole scene,
Three white kids spittin’ like a dream-team machine.
Outkast brought the South with a space-age bounce,
“Elevators” raised the roof in every ounce.

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[Verse 3]
DMX barked pain, every scar in his throat,
Each prayer was a poem, every growl a note.
Ludacris snapped with charisma and punch,
Turned slick talk into lyrical brunch.

KRS-One—the teacher, the voice, the flame,
Dropped science and truth in every name.
Bizarre from D12 with a twisted mind,
Dark humor in bars only he could find.

2Pac was the poet, the prophet, the fight,
“Keep Ya Head Up” still shines like light.
Biggie? Flow silk, every word a feast,
King of the East, never ceased, rest in peace.

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[Outro – Beat fades to vinyl crackle]
Mic gods etched in the grooves of the game,
Carved with cadence, rhythm, flame.
Their words live on, immortal, unfurled,
90s raised us… now we rhyme the world.

Mic Gods

Transport yourself to the 1800s UK, how would we all cope?

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(Verse 1 – The 1800s)
Yo, step back, welcome to the scene
Eighteen-something, streets ain’t clean
Got a toothache? That’s your doom
'Cause the barber’s also runnin' the surgery room

No NHS, just a priest and a prayer
If your leg’s infected—saw it off right there
Cholera in the tap, soot in your lung
Kids workin' shifts 'fore their teeth had sprung

Vote? Only if you’re male, land and pale
Women silent, stuck on society’s rail
Rights? Limited. Wages? Pitiful
Die at forty, that's statistically typical

No bin men, rats ran the game
Smoke stacks rising, sky full of blame
Wash once a week, maybe—if lucky
Life was cheap, short, dirty, and mucky

(Hook)
Now you moan 'bout a crack on your iPhone screen?
You got central heat, Wi-Fi, and vaccines
Look around, don't get it misunderstood
You might not feel rich—but you haven’t had it so good

You got rights, got voice, got time to complain
While your great-great-gran birthed ten in the rain
Food in the fridge and the water runs clean
That’s luxury, fam—nineteenth never seen

(Verse 2 – Zooming In on Then vs Now)
Got taxed back then? Yeah—but no say
Just a duke and a lord takin' what they may
Today you whine when the rates get bumped
But at least the pound ain’t locked in a trunk

Wanna talk rights? Try zero, zilch
No safety laws when you're workin’ that mill
Fall in a loom? Your arm's the cost
Boss shrugs once, productivity lost

You tweetin' stress from your ergonomic chair
But they were breathin' coal dust in the tenement air
Childbirth back then? A coin toss fight
Now you got midwives, pain meds, and light

(Hook)
Yeah, you're vexed 'cause the Wi-Fi’s slow
But nobody's typhoid sick in the flat below
We got flaws, but let’s get it understood
Compared to the past—you haven’t had it so good

Netflix, Uber, Deliveroo drop
You got ten ways to earn without leavin' your block
Universal vote, clean code of law
Back then? Jail for stealin’ bread from a store

(Bridge – Spoken Word Style)
No antibiotics.
No social safety net.
No weekends.
No childhood past the age of ten.

And if you were poor?
Forget it.
You lived, worked, died—
and maybe made a mark as soot on a chimney wall.

(Final Verse – Message to the Present)
So check your blessings in the modern light
Ain’t sayin' life’s perfect, but respect the fight
We stand on the bones of the ones who bled
For the rights and the dreams you inherit instead

So next time you sigh 'cause your bus runs late
Think of walkin’ miles just to earn that plate
Gratitude’s power, let’s get that in the blood—
'Cause truth is, my G, you haven’t had it so good.


Haven’t Had It So Good

🔊 *[Intro]*  
Yo, turn the volume up, let’s take it back,  
To the era of boom-bap, no mumble, just facts.  
When the mic was a weapon, beats hit like fire,  
And every rhyme told a story to lift you higher.  

🔥 *[Chorus]*  
We was livin’ that *Nuthin’ But a G Thang* way,  
Rollin’ deep like it’s *California Love* every day.  
Before the world got cold, before the game changed,  
Man, I miss the vibe of them good old days.  

🎤 *[Verse 1]*  
Yo, it was all a dream, late nights writin’ lines,  
Had the tape deck spinnin’, press rewind one time.  
I was *Hypnotized* by the way Big flowed,  
That *Juicy* inspiration had the whole world cold.  

We was cruisin’, bass bumpin’ *Regulate* smooth,  
Posted on the block with that *Check the Rhime* groove.  
Back when *Me Against the World* felt real,  
And every song was a movie, every verse had feel.  

🔁 *[Chorus]*  
We was livin’ that *Nuthin’ But a G Thang* way,  
Rollin’ deep like it’s *California Love* every day.  
Before the world got cold, before the game changed,  
Man, I miss the vibe of them good old days.  

🔗 *[Bridge]*  
They say time moves, but legends don’t fade,  
Still hear Pac whisperin’ through the Serenade.  
From *Dear Mama* love to that *Protect Ya Neck* sound,  
Every classic still echoes, forever profound.  

🎶 *[Verse 2]*  
Now I’m watchin’ the game, feelin’ lost in the mix,  
Ain’t no more *Mo Money, Mo Problems*, just clicks.  
The beats still knock, but the soul feels missin’,  
Back when Rakim had wisdom, and Nas had vision.  

Can we bring it back? Feel the *Ruff Ryders’ Anthem*,  
Let the DJ cut it like it’s 96, throw tantrums.  
We still ride, still vibe, keepin’ heads ringin’,  
And when the beat drops—still *Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop* singin’.  

🎧 *[Outro]*  
So let’s reminisce, let’s pour one out,  
For the legends who built it, no fear, no doubt.  
From Brooklyn to L.A., ATL to the Bay,  
90s hip-hop forever—the good old days.  

The Good Old Days

[Verse 1]
Back when the boom bap blessed the block,
And It Was All a Dream just ticked the clock.
We played Nuthin’ But a ‘G’ Thang out the ride,
Cruisin’ with California Love on the west side.

Before the streaming, before the tweets,
It was Me Against the World on cracked concrete.
Had my headphones on like a crown of flame,
Every rhyme a prayer, every beat a name.

[Chorus]
These are the good old days, rewind the tape,
Before the world changed shape and lost escape.
With a Paid in Full heart and a Juicy dream,
We lived in the loops and the rhyme schemes.
These are the days, don’t let them fade,
Where legends rose and the tracks were made.

[Verse 2]
Sippin’ Gin & Juice with the crew on the stoop,
Learned the truth from The Score, in a cipher loop.
Protect Ya Neck, we shouted to the skies,
With Ms. Jackson tears in our mothers’ eyes.

No TikToks, just tickin’ clocks,
We learned life from The Chronic and Illmatic drops.
Taped it off the radio, static and soul,
A story in every sample, bold and cold.

[Bridge]
Tell me, where were you when Brenda Had a Baby?
Or when Dear Mama played and drove us crazy?
We weren’t rich, but we had our say —
Spoke truth in the mirror like we were Dre Day.

[Chorus]
These are the good old days, don’t press skip,
Feel the crackle of the vinyl in every whip.
From C.R.E.A.M. to No Diggity, we knew the way,
Mic in our hands, no bills to pay.
These are the days, real and raw,
Living life in bars we still adore.

[Outro – Spoken Word Style or Looped Hook]
Just give me that Electric Relaxation,
A little T.R.O.Y. in my rotation.
One more time, before it slips away —
The soundtrack of a golden day.

These Are The Good Old Days

back in the day like we used to play everday

back in da day

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☆ Ralphie B - Massive (Original Mix)
☆ Y Traxx - Mysteryland 

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Back In The Day

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Dj Billy is an experienced and motivated Disk Jockey with over 11 years of experience playing music across different countries within the African continent (Kenya, Tanzania, South Africa & Zimbabwe). He started at the age of 10 with his fathers Technics SL-1200GR turn-tables in a little town known as Kisumu located in East Africa Kenya.

Through his passion, Dj Billy has been promoting local (RSA), Pan-African & International music by lending his personal reputation and public profile to generate event visibility and listener excitement. With his vast years of experience, he has been creating and maintaining high energy at frequently visited Night-clubs, Bars & Lounges. His forte lies in mixing and playing music at various public and private events throughout the region, including private parties, fundraisers, and corporate events.

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