Arsonists - Flashback lyrics
[Arsonists - Flashback lyrics]
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 it's about all four elements, and we
Represent those lovely, scratch picklz
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 hit's
No dats, so the DJ'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 AJ's in
The pj'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
Yes yes y'all, let me get some
Cuz we, never forgot where we came from
But to me it's all about hip hop
So, rock steady is a hip hop crew
Now it's about all four elements, and we
Represent those lovely, scratch picklz
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 hit's
No dats, so the DJ'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 AJ's in
The pj'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
Yes yes y'all, let me get some
Cuz we, never forgot where we came from