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Текст (слова) песни: Arsonists - Flashback



[talking]
Rock Steady was a B-boy crew, but to me it`s all about hip hop,
So, rock steady is a hip hop crew now. Its about all four elements, And we
represent those lovely, sratch pickers, arsonists,
All the b-boys that are down with us, the b-girls, we have some dope
B-girls, and you know, we got graf artists like East and Zero T,
Its just straight up on skills, this is Crazy Legs from the Rock Steady
Crew, I`m out

Hip-Hop was breaking, spray paintin` full train cars
DJ`s cutting emcess presents the ghetto stars
I was the skinny shorty wop, with the bop in my step
Shams the bear and teloids, playboys and I was set
Running through the streets of the boogie with a bang
Pops was kinda strict, so at times I couldn`t hang
But whateva the case, I stuck close to my hip-hop
Somethin` in my soul just kept that, on lock

And oppurtunity never knocked, but we was still open
Saying ish like fresh, like def (dope in)
And crack was on the corner rumblin` the dry goods
With something I decided never to persue in my hood
I was, too busy in the middle of the streets playing skelly
With Ray and Big Lou, listenin` to Flash and Melly
And rockin` block parties, seemed to be my route
But I had to give that up, they always ended in shoot outs

Hip-Hop was rhyming, hard timin`, radio hits
No dats, so the D.J`s was still in the mix
Grafitti and breaking took a back seat
Cuz the A&R`s couldn`t figure how to make they ends meet
I was the high school rapper to the girls in the hall
While my nigga Clarence Greer was slammin` with a basketball
Tune my radio on a saturday night
Daydreamin` `bout grippin` mikes and being in the spotlight
Fat rope chains in a pair of A.J`s in the p.j`s frontin` like I had status
(what) who`s the baddest?
The brotha on swinten ave, though fresh out the lab
You just couldn`t tell Q-Unique what he couldn`t have

It all started in Bushwick, defacin` the community
Around the way, all you saw was nothin` but graffiti
As a shorty I was poppin` never could I ever stand still
Always battlin` cuz it was all about the skills
Never learned windmills, but my boogie took me places
When I started emceeing, I kept it fat like my laces
Wrestlin` was the bomb, kept me from doing my homework
Radio was my thing, when red alert went bezerk

[Chorus] 4x`s
Yes yes y`all, let me get some
Cuz we, never forgot where we came from

 

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