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'86 - C-Rayz Walz
Yo when C-notes and deep throats
I'm from the era of sheep coats
Manilla envelopes and w**d smoke
Block parties in 22
Graffiti artists like Tru
Two and Jewel just to name a few for you
Now or Laters and son dudes you hear son
Fair ones before niggaz learned gun fool
Yeah +Run+ D M C 's were original
Now we got pretty thugs and sore criminals
I remember hip-hop not dominated by visual
Your rap was critical
Or the crowd got rid of you (boooo)
Now it's pseudo-pitiful plus punks be 'fessin
Sellin records talk about what they dressed in
I'm sayin that's a part of it
(what) but not the start of it
The livest show used to be
In your apartment kid
Hip-Hop Started out in the dark
Now it's mainly focused
To where the fly cars is parked
But it's still in my still in my heart
'86 '86 '86
'86 '86 '86
Busy Bee told y'all
Now I'ma Kurtis Blow y'all out the art
So fresh you jet from perfected darts
Mic projection sharp
Your heart pump Kool-Aid
You whack what Bring the noise
I got crazy backup
Pow-Wow was my neighbor
Rasheim had flavor
I was pumpin Sugarhill
On my sister's record player
When the Y opened 'The Message' was blastin
UTFO was next then Inspector Gadget
Had to be near a bastard to see mean shots
Never was a killer couldn't make it to my 13 box
5 cent refund brung change for video games
Now I see the youth the scenario changed
It used to be the truth only rappers had big change
We argued who was nicer Rakim KRS or Kane
I'm havin Nightmares
I had to speak to Dana Dane
Told him I remember the days
And how they made me wanna say
Wanna say wanna say
'86 '86 '86
'86 '86 '86
I was body poppin rockin shockin
Plottin to splash in class
Girls said I looked like Lakim Shabazz
My homegirl Roxy was Manhattan's daughter
So slick she bought a bag of chips with a
Latin Quarter
Word to Big Bird herb and the Izod gators
Let's take it
Back to the Future
Without the flux capacitators
No backsees no penny taps for clones
On my tracks I would die over spit
Like Ramone
You WHACK and get no dap for your rap
Shot through the bottom of your feet
Now that's my soul clap
So go gold or go plat' but don't go back
Unless you down by law
Cause you might get slapped and jacked
Smash your turntables with a hammer (one two)
Now how's that for breakbeats
Knowledge my grammar
At the rally with my Ballys
When it's time to show and prove
On some old school sh*t like make me
Make me move