Flashback Lyrics - Singles - Arsonists

[talking] 

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. Its about all four elements, And we 

represent those lovely, sratch pickers, 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 hits 

No dats, so the D.J's was still in the mix 

Grafitti and breaking took a back seat 

'cause 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 A.J's in the p.j'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' 'cause 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 

[Chorus] 4x's 

Yes yes y'all, let me get some 

'cause we, never forgot where we came from