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Yeah, niggas don't know Fatback
With the different records they had back in the days
You know what I mean, the belt driven
With Technics with the slip mats

Put on the needles
So the record won't jump
The needle won't skip and
Getting from the fucking light poles
Shout out to the Bronx,

Aiyyo, this shit go way back a Uni marker
Kid bombing the D train and hit the up
Krylon attack, Planet Rock, Bambaataa
to Pylon discovering rap

And the DJ that the first scratch
the way for Flex, Mister Cee, 'nuff of them cats
See, this rap shit came at a time was accurate
Twenty something later, I mastered it

Seen light poles get used for power, I was a nigga
stay out late, I was sour
So I sat by the window, the DJ cut
Impeach the Pres, and just begun

Otis Redding, swing, the music
Guess the blew out one of his amps
It'd take a little while, then it come on
stepped on the wire and shit, that's all

Now back in the groove, echo chamber
"Check one two, one two", my favorite
Strobe lights is live, Pink
Little pink joints lit up on the side

niggas had two fives
Other than that, cleared a circle in the and shoot five
wore they Lees and jellies
Jordache and Lees, TF fit the fellies

[Incomprehensible] and buckets, BVD's
Go to like, fuck it
Seen the stamp on that Crazy
Niggas coming from the Funhouse
Dusted, throwing bubbles on the

We remind you
Where this rap come
Yes, my brother, my
It's our duty, we must you

Hip hop was set out in the
Hip hop was set out in the
Hip hop was set out in the
We used to do it out in the

Yo, it all started at the Midnight Philly' but walk with me
Mad niggas coming down from New City
Prolly hit the rink USA
Schoolly, "Gangster Boogie" and "PSK"

I remember shells, Gazelles, top tens and
Mega design, reefer smoke, nine bottles
wore velours, call the boys with the Lucci wore?
84's Atlantic City Gucci store

Linoleum dancing, Rust-Oleum cans
I put the writing on the signed, "Truly yours"
Philly smashed '87 Music
Out on the like Pat Benatar

Hit the borough with Krown Rulers out of
People Patty in the party, all cramped in
the time Flav started cold lamping
"Rebel Without a Pause" was the street

Old Memorex cassette, tape
Bright spotlights on all the fights at the
When the Fresh come, leather bombers and sheepskins
Brothers would they guns to get one

MC Breeze, Disco C, Jeff
Money and Miz and Lady B
Everybody "Sucker MC's" in '83
I was South like St. Charles and Crazy D

Them wild North Puerto Ricans would snuff you
Twenty in a Ford Escort, pumping the Tuff Crew
I used to my cousin, he was a buck too
Y'all don't like how I'm living, well, you

I a G since a little kid
Sticking my head up into somebody's party, getting into shit
And late nights, been in bed
Instead, I was running 'round with them lemon heads

A little man, hanging them grown women is
Under thirteen, real strong images
And that's the for my real rap penmanship
That's where I started it and that's where finish it

We must you
Where rap come from
Yes, my brother, my
our duty, we must remind you

Hip hop was set out in the
Hip hop was set out in the
Hip hop was set out in the
We used to do it out in the