Throwback Thursday

by Martin Malota

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Throwback Thursday was written by MOLA1 and produced by Hank Iving and El Ten Eleven.

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[Verse 1]
Remember back in the days of old? I was young.
But I still had a venomous tongue. I represented the slums.
No packing weapons like guns, we toted ice picks
And sticks with handlebar grips and shit.

And I remember only having scraps,
While homies scrapped over crap and now we rap over tracks.
No holding back for a dap. We tackled tracks on ADAT
And kept the vibe live, drinking Ides on I-75. (Remember that?)

I was a born loser, grew to be a whole game newer.
Not no cocaine mover, just a gold chain cooler.
I made more maneuvers than those that tried to do us
And hoes, they wanted to screw us and MOLA's all for the moolah? Shit.

To look back, it's like a long road traveled
And a long cold barrel gets hot for those who tattle
Never for those who battle, we exchange words.
I changed herbs into emcees that you've heard, so there you have it.

I'm deeper in thought, than the bass in the speakers you bought.
I taught myself how to walk and when it's best not to talk
And how to rep your own block and live the good life.
And looking back you like to do the shit right? I'm feeling that

But I've gone from listening to rapping it. Fifths of whiskey to cabinets.
Missing my fam, to traveling. Wishing for cash, to having it.
Remember this: I'm taking calls from all my dogs,
From Somerset to the Fallbrook Mall. Love of all y'all.


*****[Hook]*****
We all exchanged laughs. I've been asked if I could change my past.
I had regrets, not worth mentioning. Never take it back.
We passed time and now it's moving so fast,
It's got us holding on and hoping that the moments will last.
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[Verse 2]
Remember Double Dribble tournaments, perfected your roll...
On them old Nintendos and playing Tecmo Bowl
Or OJ giving recaps, Pat Ewing without kneepads
And the Raiders running shit in LA? Believe that.

Or Detroit players, would the Lions come up?
On a 3rd down and 10, we watched them lining them up
But Scott Mitchell did some bitch shit and he fumbled the ball
But, Number 20 got the call and still ran for 12 yards.

When Dominique was at his peak, playing Jordan and Pip,
Really only Joe D'd be able to hold them for shit.
Everybody's cheering for their team and watchin' them lose.
Bitch about Mike's win, but still coppin his shoes.

Like the ones with them reflectors or the ones with them tongues.
I wanted every fucking pair, but I had nothing but ones.
Motorcity Bad Boys won 'em back to back
And after that it was like Rip, y'all take the Stack.

KG, Shane, Marker, Jon and Benny B
EP, AG, Dobson, Leppy and Jon D (What up!)
Migs, Brandoe, Tomo and SB
JMack, Muhme, Maizy and my Albanian Family. (Ku je!)

I went from nothing to something. Bluffing, to snuffin'
And white lines and puffin, to realizing it's nothing.
This is the life that I live, the life that I lead
My wife and my seed...You break my heart and my pen bleeds


*****[Hook]*****
We all exchanged laughs. I've been asked if I could change my past.
I had regrets, not worth mentioning. Never take it back.
We passed time and now it's moving so fast,
It's got us holding on and hoping that the moments will last.
****************


[Verse 3]
We went up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right
B, A, B, A...make it seem eeezay.
Remember green days. Remember three ways
Money in abundance from getting rid of some cheap 8ths.

We had mags and Krylon, tables we'd pile on
At the cafeteria stomping and snapping getting our rhyme on.
Get back my rhythm. Folders were denim.
We laced burners on Jansports but never kept nothing in them.

I never wanted to be a part of the system.
I was smarter than my teachers there was no reason to listen.
Remember RTD's and MTA's. With blue line rhymes
Y'all get there quicker while running in place.

Remember visiting my sis and pediatrics.
She passed and my family so me on the same mattress.
Remember Jon with Häagen-Dazs, Fishman, my confidant.
My uncle flew out...y'all feel the ambiance.

He helped me walk again in more ways than one
And brought the love of the family right back to the MOLA1.
My ma was holding her head at the foot of the bed and keeping me fed.
I lived, cause Katrina couldn't picture seeing me dead.

In time the world changes, we once were all strangers.
I'm bringing hope to whomever thought they'd be famous.
In no time, we look back through a MO rhyme.
Reminisce over the Magic, I'm Worthy of all the Showtime.


*****[Hook]*****
We all exchanged laughs. I've been asked if I could change my past.
I had regrets, not worth mentioning. Never take it back.
We passed time and now it's moving so fast,
It's got us holding on and hoping that the moments will last.
****************

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released September 5, 2013

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Martin Malota Detroit, Michigan

Martin Malota aka MOLA1 is a first generation Albanian American from Detroit, MI by way of Los Angeles, CA. His obsession with music began at the age of nine, when he turned to writing as a way to cope with the loss of his sister. With an obsession for perfecting his craft, Martin has had difficulty sharing his music...until now. ... more

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