Tame One - Flashback lyrics

[Verse 1: Tame One] I recall Marley Marl in control You got soul, Rakim told us LL Cool J and [?] Grandmaster Caz and them Melly Mel and Flash and them And the Furious Five Me being curious, back in '95 R.I.P Subroc, and DJ Scott La Rock And bombing up the bus stop and what not like f** cops When every other rap had a dance You could sign and get an advance And thugs would snatch the [?] patch off your pants Adidas and cortez Nikes [?] in blue and white Doug E. Fresh la di da di True to the night [?], [?] [Verse 2: Del the Funky h*mosapien] Ain't no [?], it's the funk and it used to be a bad word For those that had nerve to add dirt just to cover us up But look on the magazine cover it's us Stylin' all the fly rhymes we cosign we could get nasty like Blowfly, Red Fox and them, [?] Or could modify the hymns that lifted you higher We had the spirituality that'll get you through the fire And that'll give you something to spit, some real spit that you won't forget You could call it soul, all the old school cats need to be acknowledged and stop the violence unless necessary By all means, cuz life's a funky deal and that's [?] [Hook: Del the Funky h*mosapien] Rap is the sh**, graff is the sh** DJ's [?] this is the sh** Breakin', poppin' all of it is the sh** The blues and Jazz and R&B is the sh** Rock is the sh**, our music is the sh** Our whole history and creativity is the sh** Rewind the tape to the start and then fast forward Always givin' yall more of it [Verse 2: Tame One] Let's take it back a few months and years Before all the blunts and beers The crunk careers and the hoes and the stunts appeared Before punks was weird and raps was flows Before Hip Hop turned to a fashion show When New York graffiti completely personified the city Before fitteds, before b**hes and n***as was gettin' jiggy Before the rubber band became an accessory piece And any big bird you heard about was on Sesame Street Before Reagan was takin' them chunks outta poppa's checks Back when rapping different was spittin' like Das EFX Remember the 40's? People was getting locked up [?] [?] with the shorty 'til she got locked up in your hallway Cuz mom wasn't having you hanging out on the avenue Coming home with some skank Your little brother would laugh at you The type of cats that used to rock the biker caps [?], and don't forget them lumberjacks [Verse 3: Del the Funky h*mosapien] I had the Fila trench coat, the sh** was dope Full length, this sh** was bright red and it matched the Fila kicks With the blue and white stripes, the type that looked like Reebok's Didn't go to school, didn't need lockers, I proceeded with caution to my partner Onion's crib, we called it the onion lab Lots of cats in the Bay used to bug his a** for some studio time Damn I love his a**, cuz a lot of n***as said that our stuff was trash But he said "f** that! You a crazy n***a yo Del but you be coming with that" He was older, showed us some love For a dub, he let me work the SP1200 all day Let me perfect my style So now, when the youngsters holler, Imma look out [Hook] [Verse 4: Tame One] Remember video music box, with big kid uncle Ralph and Salt N' Peppa And MC Lyte had that hot burgundy Jetta DVD's, matching fat laces My neighbors envied me, we was the first with MTV Completely [?] bumping the Beastie Boys Robbin' and steelin', bobbing and weaving Like a chick's hair in prom season The crack attack, the 1980's Haitian invasion Suede Adidas and the sneakers they made for skating The "ahhhh, this stuff is really fresh" scratch Rockit by Herbie Hanco*k with [?] [?] recall those days [?] commercials for Pepsi Harlem notes, Stratton coats, [?] on the deuce, flicking Top billin' cuz milk d was chillin Ski goggles, GP13 nick bottles for the powder Or the pyramid paper scrape a hour for the owl, hustling hard Nothing but God judge me now, [?] your b**h will f** me now That's what's crackin' [Hook]