Day ones
Grew up in it stunting in
Pumas Adidas tracksuits
Fat laces and shoes and the booming systems
The true and living rocking boom boxes on the shoulder
Party flyers looking like a most wanted poster
Seen the culture multiplying through lands
Rebelling
Was unexpected like how brain of man develops
We wasn't settling from tenement yards
The revolution wasn't televised inherited scars
For 50 years plus a voice for urbanites like us
And now suburbanites try to murder mics like us
The streets was under pressure
Nobody was funding us but us
Police was hunting us
Funneling our pain but had some fun with it
1520 Segwick, blessing the heads with
Head spins without an effort
Culture birthed some legends
Hustlers drug dealers blue collars folks
Spray cans laced up the subway before the dollar spoke
We Still represent
It's our blood coded in our genetics
Hard headed keep a screw face marching through Lenox
Mark up the letter on the wall
And though methods could be flawed
We embedded to the cause
Learned our lessons and evolved
Represented from the way we walk, slang in our talk
Djs spinning the records
Where the language is taught
The legacy still transmitted to the youth of the street
Spitting jewels over loops
You hearing truth through the keys
Loose leafs to the booth to the Radiotron
You peep the ratio every week
Would drop the craziest bombs
Dapper Dan jackets with Ballys on golden Medallions
Before the vultures corrupted it we was adding on
Cyphers freestyling we would battle for clout
Like Percee P and Lord Finesse
Dap it up and we out
Speakers and amps jacking
Electricity from street lamps
Block parties tagging up projects leaving our stamp
We still represent
