Much like “From Marcy To Hollywood,” the vibe is entirely nostalgic, a snapshot of a bygone era that many still love. “I’m wishing arthritis on all writers who Knock My Hustle, how can y’all understand the struggle?” he ponders, setting things off with a dexterous flow. “I outblast til its empty clips, and I outlast n***s, survival of the fit.” What it lacks in refinement it makes up for in rawness, a quality reflected in the performance of all three emcees. Especially in that of Memphis Bleek, who held it down with an energetic verse that makes us wistful for the good old days of Roc-A-Fella domination. Check it out for yourself, and show some love to Hov in the comments section.

QUOTABLE LYRICS

Ayo whether in the Pinto, or rolling in the six
I come through cocky, holding my dick
I never switch shit, cause that’s some bitch shit
I get the Bisquick take it to the district