This is for my
corner store cashiers
Selling more batteries than
bullets on the battlefield
Heavy ammunition for
the weekday warriors
Trooping through the concrete
jungle on the
Humble with their ears on the music,
ain't trying to hear nothing but whatever the button played
Whatever the rapper or the singer want to say,
say whatever the whatever person, place, or thing
Whether peripheral, rear -view,
or even in your way
With your eyes on the streets,
watching back, gotta watch your back
Nose on the grindstone,
minding your own
Loose lips not sinking ships, just lip -syncing to the hits,
classics and exclusive new shit
With your ears on your headphones,
on your ears
Whether to soothe your savage
beast or quell your fears
If you're like me, you run through
twelve pair per year
Play it loud, let it blare so the world
can hear this here
Walkman music
Portable, affordable
Walkman music
Radio recordable
Walkman music
Helping to ignore the bull
Walkman
Ten feet away, still portable
Walkman music
Who you think you're talking to?
Walkman music
You know we can't hear you over
Walkman music
Why you still talking?
Walkman music
Tell your story, walk
Okay,
I'll tell my story walking
I'll tell a story about a girl named
Gloria
Walkin' through
Astoria with three -story legs
and a penthouse ass
Gettin' double -takes from
every man that walked past
So she walked past
Tory,
I'm tellin' his story
His past, his story,
sure we feel it mandatory
To try to gas every girl he see
walkin' past with a ass like
Gloria
Wait, am I boring ya?
Long story short,
Tory said,
Hey
Shorty, if alcohol was booty,
girl, you would be at 40
And all I wanted was a shot to
make a toast to a fine wine
Let me get your number one time, uh
You can't holla back, be like that
Fuckin' stank attitude with
your matchin' ass cracked
But she wasn't disturbed,
she didn't say a word
She couldn't hear a word,
cause all she ever heard was a
Walkman music, portable, affordable
Walkman music, radio recordable
Walkman mu sic,
comfy to ignore the bull
Walkman, ten feet away, still portable
Walkman music,
who you think you're talkin' to?
Walkman music,
you know we can't hear you over
Walkman music,
why you still talkin'?
Walkman music, tell your story,
Walkman
If you carry on with a clarion and
it gots a thousand watts too
This is not for you
If you got a portable
CD -MD and an
MP3
We made it hot for you
If you're sitting on foam and it's spinning
when you're not and at least 22
This is not for you
If your
Discman matches your kickstand and
it's strapped to the palm of your hand
We made it hot for you
You need something to jog to
This is for you
Zoning out in the laundromat
This is for you
Bus stopping at the bus stop
This is for you
Carry it no matter where you're at
This is for you
Because I know you and you know me
Don't be ashamed,
you know I probably see you on a train
Some might think it's lame, but
New
York can't talk
You know, parking and insurance
is a strain on the brain
I'd rather take a walk
through memory lane
Till before
J -Live was old enough to drive
I was old enough to know that every good
hit don't need a theme song
That's why you can't go
wrong with that
Walkman music, portable affordable
Walkman mu sic
Radio recordable
Walkman music
Help me to ignore the bull,
Walkman
Ten feet away, still want a bull,
Walkman music
Who you think you're talking to,
Walkman music
You know we can't hit you with a
Walkman mu sic
Why you still talking,
Walkman music
Tell your story,
Walkman
I'm this up,
I'm taking this up,
I'm taking this up
You can do your stuff,
you can do your stuff
You can do your stuff,
you can do your stuff
I'll see you next time.
J-live 
