Letra de '86
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'86, '86, '86
'86, '86, '86
Yo
[C-Rayz Walz]
Yo when C-notes and deep throats
I'm from the era of sheep coats, manilla envelopes and weed smoke
Block parties in 22
Graffiti artists like Tru, Two and Jewel, just to name a few for you
Now or Laters and son dudes, you hear son?
Fair ones, before niggaz learned gun fool
Yeah +Run+, D.M.C.'s were original
Now we got pretty thugs, and sore criminals
I remember hip-hop, not dominated by visual
Your rap was critical, or the crowd got rid of you (boooo)
Now it's pseudo-pitiful, plus punks be 'fessin
Sellin records, talk about what they dressed in
I'm sayin that's a part of it (what) but not the start of it
The livest show, used to be in your apartment kid
Hip-Hop! Started out in the dark
Now it's mainly focused, to where the fly cars is parked
But it's still in my, still in my heart
'86, '86, '86
'86, '86, '86
[C-Rayz Walz]
Busy Bee told y'all, now I'ma Kurtis Blow y'all out the art
So fresh you jet from perfected darts
Mic projection sharp, your heart pump Kool-Aid
You whack, what? Bring the noise! I got crazy backup
Pow-Wow was my neighbor, Rasheim had flavor
I was pumpin Sugarhill, on my sister's record player
When the Y opened, "The Message" was blastin
UTFO was next, then Inspector Gadget
Had to be near a bastard to see mean shots
Never was a killer, couldn't make it to my 13 box
5 cent refund, brung change for video games
Now I see the youth, the scenario changed
It used to be the truth, only rappers had big change
We argued who was nicer, Rakim, KRS or Kane
I'm havin +Nightmares+, I had to speak to Dana Dane
Told him I remember the days, and how they made me wanna say
Wanna say, wanna say
'86, '86, '86
'86, '86, '86
[C-Rayz Walz]
I was body poppin, rockin shockin, plottin to splash in class
Girls said I looked like Lakim Shabazz
My homegirl Roxy was Manhattan's daughter
So slick she bought a bag of chips with a +Latin Quarter+
Word to Big Bird herb, and the Izod gators
Let's take it +Back to the Future+, without the flux capacitators
No backsees, no penny taps for clones
On my tracks, I would die over spit, like Ramone
You WHACK and get no dap for your rap
Shot through the bottom of your feet, now that's my soul clap
So go gold or go plat', but don't go back
Unless you down by law, cause you might get slapped and jacked
Smash your turntables with a hammer (one two)
Now, how's that for breakbeats, knowledge my grammar
At the rally with my Ballys when it's time to show and prove
On some old school shit like make me, make me move
'86, '86, '86
'86, '86, '86
Yo
[C-Rayz Walz]
Yo when C-notes and deep throats
I'm from the era of sheep coats, manilla envelopes and weed smoke
Block parties in 22
Graffiti artists like Tru, Two and Jewel, just to name a few for you
Now or Laters and son dudes, you hear son?
Fair ones, before niggaz learned gun fool
Yeah +Run+, D.M.C.'s were original
Now we got pretty thugs, and sore criminals
I remember hip-hop, not dominated by visual
Your rap was critical, or the crowd got rid of you (boooo)
Now it's pseudo-pitiful, plus punks be 'fessin
Sellin records, talk about what they dressed in
I'm sayin that's a part of it (what) but not the start of it
The livest show, used to be in your apartment kid
Hip-Hop! Started out in the dark
Now it's mainly focused, to where the fly cars is parked
But it's still in my, still in my heart
'86, '86, '86
'86, '86, '86
[C-Rayz Walz]
Busy Bee told y'all, now I'ma Kurtis Blow y'all out the art
So fresh you jet from perfected darts
Mic projection sharp, your heart pump Kool-Aid
You whack, what? Bring the noise! I got crazy backup
Pow-Wow was my neighbor, Rasheim had flavor
I was pumpin Sugarhill, on my sister's record player
When the Y opened, "The Message" was blastin
UTFO was next, then Inspector Gadget
Had to be near a bastard to see mean shots
Never was a killer, couldn't make it to my 13 box
5 cent refund, brung change for video games
Now I see the youth, the scenario changed
It used to be the truth, only rappers had big change
We argued who was nicer, Rakim, KRS or Kane
I'm havin +Nightmares+, I had to speak to Dana Dane
Told him I remember the days, and how they made me wanna say
Wanna say, wanna say
'86, '86, '86
'86, '86, '86
[C-Rayz Walz]
I was body poppin, rockin shockin, plottin to splash in class
Girls said I looked like Lakim Shabazz
My homegirl Roxy was Manhattan's daughter
So slick she bought a bag of chips with a +Latin Quarter+
Word to Big Bird herb, and the Izod gators
Let's take it +Back to the Future+, without the flux capacitators
No backsees, no penny taps for clones
On my tracks, I would die over spit, like Ramone
You WHACK and get no dap for your rap
Shot through the bottom of your feet, now that's my soul clap
So go gold or go plat', but don't go back
Unless you down by law, cause you might get slapped and jacked
Smash your turntables with a hammer (one two)
Now, how's that for breakbeats, knowledge my grammar
At the rally with my Ballys when it's time to show and prove
On some old school shit like make me, make me move
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