Rapsusklei - Fresh lyrics

Yow!!! yow!!! this is boy Kurtis Blow Clap your hands, everybody If you got what it takes ´Cause is Rapsusklei and I want you to know That these are the breaks R to the A to the P to the S U to the S to the K to the L E to the I to the ONE to the FRESH!!! Yes, Rapsusklei is in the place… (Scratch) Lets go ready to rumbleeee!!! Como empezar hablando de Hip Hop “Two turntables on the mic” “Say what?” Writers y B.Boys con su ghetto blaster The mic, the mic, the microphone master Yeeess!!! rockeando siempre fresh MR Cornbread, Taki 183 Grand Master Flash, Funk Master Flex Todo era original igual que Crazy Legs One, two, one, two, mic check, mic check Fue DJ Kool Herc, no existía el “twerk” No había internet, solo vinilo y casette Y se salía a pintar trenes si no había pared Ouuuu!!!! si, this is the cla**ic sh** ”Put your hands in the air” si te suena el hit Guerra de estilos, “wild style” o “Beat street” Como Bambaataa “Locking 4 the perfect beat” Yow!!! Yes, yes, you!!! amamos tanto esto “Booyakaa” que lo hicimos nuestro “Rewind” como forma de vida Con pumas, con nikes, converse, con adidas U know my stylo Jump, jump Ok, that´s right Down whit the king Clap your hands, everybody If you got what it takes I am trying not to lose my head Ha ha ha ha Yo recuerdo el “Hip Hop Hooray” En You MTV Raps, Back in the days I am king of rock, Rapsusklei Is one M´C and one D´J Oye Tillo “Diggin in the crates” “In the pace to be”, “Enta da stage” Con Furious Five, Soul Sonic Force Doggy Fresh, Fat Boys, haciendo beat box Desde pequeño respetando a la “Old school” De cuando todo era ”cool” de cuando “Paid in full” Click, click Plauh!!! to the “s**er MC´S” Uhh! Uhh! is the… “f** the police” No doubt,, manteníendolo Underground This is a jorney into sound Right, cultura en el freestyle Is number one, two, three, four and five “Rock the mic” in the “radio station” “Party people” todos con la Zulu Nation A sere Hip Hop, Planet rock” Yonkis in the halley with the baseball bat Thinking of a master plane Real Hip Hop Sk**z, B.Boys Pump up the volume Throw your hands in the air And wave them like just don´t care I am trying not to lose my head Ha ha ha ha If I ruled world New York state of mind Get down It´s a funky beat You know me? It´s the code of streets Check baby check baby, one, two, three, four Figh the power Insane in the brain (Solo de Scratch) PEACE LOVE UNITY AND HEAVY FUN