Horrorshow, Spit Syndicate - Neighbourhood Hit lyrics

Yes, yes solo MC, Nick Lupi
Just Enuf, ha "There goes the neighbourhood"
One-two, one-two one Day Crew comin' through
To a neighbourhood near you (Well, all right)
Jimmy Nice, let 'em know 'bout
(All right, all right)

Well, I'ma take 'em home past memory lane
Goin' 80 miles while I blow the dust off it
Let me explain
I'ma tell it how it was said to me same
Saturday in September
Forget the weather but remember the train
A dead grey ghost embedded with flames
I didn't get it
Hype mag, my man's room, I went and read it
Said, "You wanna bomb the lines?"
Replied as if my shit ain't stank
"Bank on it, I'ma get my credit"
Every tag on the wall's like
A line from the credit's (Yes)
Just because you seen it ain't
Mean that you read it (No)
Mic's, markers, douse the flame
Embrace darkness
Grant your wish – life after
Self doubt, guess I got that from my father
(That's right)
But my drive outweighed it by far
To the real fans get 'em up
KBM the stadium we gettin' up
Whoever get there first, hit us up
(What? What? What? What?)

One day is what we chase, but now
We out for much more than fame
I guess some things change
We used to try to keep the neighbourhood hit
Now the same dudes is tryna
Write the neighbourhood hit
Went from backlanes to backstage and now
We spray words without paint
Time wait's for no man
And so we got no time to waste
It's just me and my brothers
You chillin' with none other

Step up in the place with the
Swagger of a genuine pride
It's the return of the kids bombin' mainline
Spittin' rhymes written by the
Same drive that had us out till daybreak
Hittin' the train line (Yep, yep, uh huh)
Laces strapped, tins tucked in your backpack
Chasin' dreams that we traced
Out of graff mags (yeah)
We studied lessons from a culture of kings
Who could'a known what tomorrow would bring?
() see there are walls in the streets round
My neighbourhood that read like photo albums
(Uh, huh) moments in time
Frozen for those who know about 'em
Snapshots of kids growin' up
Stakin' their claim
And now the very same kids
Is tryna blow it up ()
And there's been some stormy
Weather but whatever (Whatever)
Believe that me and my brothers
We weather it together (yeah)
Till I'm old and grey and my words fade away
(yeah) like plum purple in the sun's rays
I'ma rep the One Day

One day is what we chase, but now
We out for much more than fame
I guess some things change
We used to try to keep the neighbourhood hit
Now the same dudes is tryna
Write the neighbourhood hit
Went from backlanes to backstage and now
We spray words without paint
Time wait's for no man
And so we got no time to waste
It's just me and my brothers
You chillin' with none other

Two hands are what we made it wit'
A labour of love and long days wit' it
Writin' the score and settin' the stage
Product of the very same pavement
That plotted the gradient
If I could get a taste of it
I could run away with it
I recall vividly the infamy attained
The names that rang out through
The halls that lifted me
Same imagery of fame
Long reins had little me
Tryna write my timpani's into
The same symphony footsteps of kings in
My neighbourhood streets
The legendary crews and the fabled old beefs
We're comin' up quick tryna figure our piece
My best friends and I, no limit to the reach
(Nah) can see it in my eyes
I can't hide the pride and
Privilege I feel standin' right beside 'em
Theme music to the dream, the One Day team
And it won't stop till that one days' seen
Ya mean?

One day is what we chase, but now
We out for much more than fame
I guess some things change
We used to try to keep the neighbourhood hit
Now the same dudes is tryna
Write the neighbourhood hit
Went from backlanes to backstage and now
We spray words without paint
Time wait's for no man
And so we got no time to waste
It's just me and my brothers
You chillin' with none other

"I be in class dreamin' 'bout
50, 000 fans up in the stands screamin' out"