(What do you think of that?
What do you think of that?
Have you anything else to say?)
Yes
I remember when rapping was considered a phase
Trying to search for a deal was like walking through a maze
Back in the days
Labels couldn't comprehend the mission
So we've remained underground
Displaying for those who listen
Yes
Every week we held a jam, entertainers were live
We had rappers and dj's performing all through the night
Records were spun back and forth and the crowds were with it
It was all about the skills, no image or gimmicks
Graf writers were spraying, dj's were playing records
While breakers were breaking
Only my ears were aching
Cos the music was loud the place to be was the south
It was the same in the north and the east and the west
Hip hoppers were everywhere, many would fear
From the evidence is clear that our time is near
Yeah
I remember it clearly like it was yesterday
Ingraved in my mind how they all used to say
It was nothing more than a fad
Just kids having some fun
Graffiti on the walls and we'd only begun
House parties every Saturday
Crews used to gather wearing wetsuits and Kangols
To prove who was the baddest
The centre of the floor was the stage for battling
Occasional fights would break out
Cos what was happening
Was kids were getting excited when moves were bad
Twenty years later and you wish you had
Half the skill, half the knack to build from scratch
Half the will, half the knack the thrill, but still
We persisted for, those who missed it
Bodies for body poppers were robotic and twisted
Rhymers were gifted, crowds were lifted
As they witnessed a performance of a lifetime
I used to hide behind the speakers and rhyme my nuts off
Cuts were never soft and crowds were going off
Competitions were held
Baggy Bags and Sykes
Organised the events handed us the mics
Me and Mc Merlin rip stage for stage and never got paid
The feeling was great, as we slaved
Competition was none, the audience left stunned
He used to rap, I used to beatbox afraid of none
Dj's were Starlite with Joel and Chris
Tony and Val and Seb and the jams were bliss
It was heaven in the making, there for the taking
So we took it and ever since been hooked to it
Like addicts to cigarettes
A combination of decks
Vocal orchestral effects
The rhyme connects
Like addicts to cigarettes
A combination of decks
Vocal orchestral effects
The rhyme connects