Will Tell ft. Brooklyn Academy (ft. Block McCloud, Pumpkinhead, and I-See-On (AKA Icon)) - “Times Have Changed”
[Emcee(s): Block McCloud, Pumpkinhead, and I-See-On (AKA Icon)]
[Producer(s): Will Tell]
[Intro (Overlapped with Bridge and Hook): I-See-On (AKA Icon)]
Psst. What? Shit is different now. Word up. Next millennium shit. What? Word up. It’s the start of a new beginning, kid. It’s our times now. We’re here now. Word up. Rise of the empire, nigga. Word up. Shit is different now, not the same. Now you know. Yo, this is what we here for. Put y’all on. Yo, shit like this
[Bridge: Sample from Ella Fitzgerald - “Anything Goes”]
Times have changed
And we’ve often rewound the clock
Since the Puritans got the shock
When they landed on Plymouth Rock
[Hook: Sample from Ella Fitzgerald - “Anything Goes”]
Times have changed
Times have changed
Times have changed
Times have changed
[Verse 1: Block McCloud]
I was Little Man
Tate with straight A’s, couldn’t wait for my payday
Step-pops was tryna say I hate my old lady
Ran with the locals, broke rules in Brooklyn, looking
To lay vocals, selling coke, thinking I’m so cool
Cutting out of school and breaking night, puffing coolies and weed
And taking flight. Two wrongs ain’t make me right, so my
Rhymes declined. Last line I had, I sniffed it
Mind was mad lifted, forgot that I was gifted
Caught selling. Mom’s yelling made it hard to speak
Pops telling her I’m a villain, killing her ‘cause heart was weak
Played boss, lays laws that I can’t obey
For the sake of my mom’s heart breaking, I ran away. Now I’m
Homeless, roaming the streets in the rain and thunder
It’s like a jungle. Sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I survived rubbing shoulders with the undead. I dropped
The seat and put a roof over my son’s head (What?)
[Hook: Sample from Ella Fitzgerald - “Anything Goes”]
Times have changed
Times have changed
Times have changed
Times have changed
[Verse 2: Pumpkinhead]
Yo, yo, yo
Since the day Adam bit on the apple, the world fell victim
To the jackal. I hear voices of widows in the chapel
While devils cackle and tackle my brain into chains, my crew
Aims for the fame, avoiding the flames. Nowadays
We stick away from these dope fiend dames
Hurting their veins with purple rain, turning insane with cracked
Teeth ‘cause crack’s cheap on these crack streets
Sucking dick, deep in fat jeeps with the black seats
Actually, my mind cause words on rap sheets, I stack
Treats thickly packed like Pamela Lee
It’s a world gone mad—call a psychiatrist. In my
Abyss, you get greeted by iron flying fists, you get hit
And wanna spit—try and you miss. Get back
On the boat, then I seen you cry on the ship
If I die, I die now, don’t wanna die when I’m rich. I pick
The plan to power, dividing my hits, high in the whip
Drop by on your clique, slide in the clip with black
Talon raps dying to rip. My mind is equipped
With all the latest technology, taking over like colonies
Puffing botanies of collie weed is my policy
Holy like the Dalai Lama. I got the shottie if
You wanna do my body drama, my aura is my body
Armor. Rap scholars is like piranhas in these black
Water harbors. Times have changed, fucker
[Hook: Sample from Ella Fitzgerald - “Anything Goes”]
Times have changed
Times have changed
Times have changed
Times have changed
[Verse 3: I-See-On (AKA Icon)]
Yo, yo, yo
This ghetto life changed me. Feeling like the white man hanged me
Where we die for the color printed on our hanky
Where we die right in front of our moms. I wrote
A letter to The Pentagon, we’re getting it on
If that don’t work, then we gon’ dead ‘em with bombs. I hold enough chromes
To disarm the president’s guards. I realize only
The wisest’ll rise. Me and you, son, we’ll fly to the skies
Five of us hang-glide through Soviet lines
Eleven years old, ‘ready know the meaning of war. The beast
With seven heads walking with the feet of a horse
Deep in my thoughts, paranoid, sleep with a cross
Kamikaze style, running out with meat from the stores
It’s iller than that. Too many people killing for crack
This ghetto life is trife—too many thoughts to spit on a track
And it troubles my soul to live where we rumble with po
It ain’t our fault the walls of Babylon are crumbling slow
And the prophecies known, foretold by the prophets of old
And now, forever, we’ll shine like metropolis gold
Fuck an Illuminati. We’re out to body Rudolph Giuliani
But God forgave me ‘cause my murder done have proved divinely
[Hook: Sample from Ella Fitzgerald - “Anything Goes”] (x2)
Times have changed
Times have changed
Times have changed
Times have changed
