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• Artiste: Mark B And Blade
• Titre: Back In The Day
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(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