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We was Escaping the bleak, pursuing a feeling Pressure pushed them towards the instinct of brilliance Capture then scraping the breaks off to build songs They was in the park between the buildings And they dancing face like “ah-hah” and “mm-hmm” Voice would echo, calling--slap off the buildings Anticipating ceremony to begin Food provided by the neighbourhood dealers They phrase nothing-words like “biting” and “chilling” "Biting" meant that you was stealing and illing And so thusly you were def’ly not "chilling" They wouldn’t fuck with you just fuck with the real ones We had sayings called like 52s and "fair ones" Ya’ll just got it all you ain’t have to kill, huh 9’s Calibers, for bullshit you air huh And your music make us real niggas tear up Now my girlfriend name is [B-more Westriva] And her door knockers was bamboos, believe that And our two-tone leans of course they was creased up Seen a god--Dapper Dan, down, and trucked up The type of MC you be back then is “sucka” Dons call ‘em honey dips Letras de cancionesGold and grey money clips Selling out was not the lick Of anothers clique Wasn’t cool just cause you rich Sit here, bang shots Black and Puerto Rican stars Twin rock the baddest furspolo Maximas was kitted up From Letras Mania