Ninteen Seventy Something - Masta Ace

I was raised to the sound of the 70's

Earth, wind and fire, sounded so heavenly

Ohio players and Curtis Mayfield

Aretha Franklins picture on a playbill

Al Green in a tight suit, all white

Minnie Riperton high notes, all night

Mama even had a box full of 45's

Put the needle down, yea that sound sorta live

Sound like the kind of groove I could rap over

Got drunk off the beat then I was back sober

Bring that part back, yea I’mma murder that

Donny Hat on the track with Roberta Flack

Hide the records

In a the bag

Sneak them out before she notice that they gone

Gotta think

I don’t know

Should I rap over my moms favorite song?

Better hope I don’t scratch it, or that’s it

I’mma get my ass kicked, that’s a classic

Can’t explain that I was just borrowing it

Moms on a rampage lookin' for her Parliament

And Donny Hathaway feelin like a cast’away

Hiding in grandmas room more than half the day

If I told her that her Parliament at brian crib

And nobody home now, I’mma be a crying kid

But it’s seeming like I’m safe for the time being

My uncle gettin all the blame far as I’m seeing

I just gotta lay low like a snake belly

It’s a sticky situation like grape jelly

I’m on the titanic, or some other boat

Got my uncle and my mother at each others throat

You better hope mommy never find out

Cause if she does then that’s your ass

You know damn well if you touch one

And you get caught that’ll be your ass

Ninteen-Seventy Something

And the year is.

Ninteen-Seventy Something

The final act, Brians at the door

With a black and red nap sack

Here to bring the vinyl back

I put it back before anybody notices

He said «close call» I said «yea I know this is»

But I got away with it like the perfect crime

And made a fresh tape, man it was worth the time

Aggravation and stress almost made a mess

If she found out it was me would laid the rest

But I’m over like a fat rat

That was smart it’s a good thing you hid 'em in that backpack

It feels so good to get that out the way

Now I’m out the door, back out to play

I’m about to say these are the good time like Chic

And then I hear my mom shriek