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I remember. DJ’s with record crates

I remember. MC’s with freestyles

I remember. B Girls with back spins

I remember.

Hip Hop on and on ‘till the break.

DJ’s with record crates

I remember. MC’s with freestyles

I remember. B Boys with the windmills

I remember

Hip Hop on and on ‘till the break.

Fat laces, bad breakers. notebooks full of tags on the graph paper. Rap city on cable in the lab basement. I been at it since Sticky Fingaz spittin’ with the mad faces. Smoke clouds where the man’s blazin’. Purple kush in the air, burn an ounce baby. We in the house. Turn it out, hands slappin’ on the wall till the plaster gon’ fall to the ground. Get loud. I’m bout yell at the top of my lungs, till the police, come mr. officer. Ain’t nuttin’ here but a party. Pour it on the rocks ‘till the glass got more ice than Kadri. A little rhythm ain’t hurt nobody. Bout to get the whole set open like Aussie. Serve up the vibes word to Jen Capriati. Rebels on the mic get rowdy.

I remember. DJ’s with record crates

I remember. MC’s with freestyles

I remember. B Girls with back spins

I remember.

Hip Hop on and on ‘till the break.

DJ’s with record crates

I remember. MC’s with freestyles

I remember. B Boys with the windmills

I remember

Hip Hop on and on ‘till the break.

Starter jackets, army fatigue pants with the two tone hats and the Tims now that’s classic. 12 inch jackets with full sleeve graphics, radio shows and open mics for the rappers. Night clubs that’d turn into fight clubs. Drinks for the girls didn’t care what the price was. DJ’s tryin’ to hype us playin’ Ante Up or Step into a World ‘fore the night’s up. It’s just different, heavy sound systems. H2 hummers straight straight parkin’ lot pimpin’. Necks all flooded like a hurricane hit it. Bass from the sub got your vertebrae slippin’. Oh Lord. Touched home about 5 still wired from the tunes and the girls and the vibes. Got a juice from the kitchen sat back and reclined, pulled the pen out and wrote a fresh rhyme.

I remember. DJ’s with record crates

I remember. MC’s with freestyles

I remember. B Girls with back spins

I remember.

Hip Hop on and on ‘till the break.

DJ’s with record crates

I remember. MC’s with freestyles

I remember. B Boys with the windmills

I remember

Hip Hop on and on ‘till the break.