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Black Thought

Genres: Hip-Hop

In Tha Park Lyrics - Black Thought

1, 2, yeah 

Yeah, niggas don't know about Fatback 

With the different color records they had back in the days 

You know what I mean, the belt driven turntables 

With Technics joints with the slip mats 

 

Put nickels on the needles 

So the motherfucking record won't jump 

The needle won't skip and shit 

Getting juice from the fucking light poles 

Shout out to the Bronx, nigga 

 

Aiyyo, this shit go way back like a Uni marker 

Kid bombing the D train and hit the Bronx up 

Krylon bandits attack, Planet Rock, Bambaataa 

Peace to Pylon discovering rap 

 

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And the DJ that made the first scratch 

Paved the way for Flex, Mister Cee, 'nuff of them cats 

See, this rap shit came at a time that was accurate 

Twenty something years later, I mastered it 

 

Seen light poles get used for power, I was a little nigga 

Couldn't stay out late, I was sour 

So I sat by the window, heard the DJ cut 

Impeach the Pres, Apache and just begun 

 

Otis Redding, swing, the music stopped 

Guess the system blew out one of his amps 

It'd take a little while, then it come back on 

Somebody stepped on the wire and shit, that's all 

 

Now everybody's back in the groove, echo chamber 

"Check one two, one two", that's my favorite 

Strobe lights is live, Pink Champale 

Little pink joints being lit up on the side 

 

Photos 

 

Couple niggas had two fives 

Other than that, cleared a circle in the park and shoot five 

Girls wore they Lees and jellies 

Jordache and Lees, TF Lords fit the fellies 

 

[Incomprehensible] and Kangol buckets, BVD's 

Go to Sergio's like, fuck it 

Seen the stamp on that Crazy Eddie 

Niggas coming back from the Funhouse 

Dusted, throwing bubbles on the wall 

 

We must remind you 

Where this rap come from 

Yes, my brother, my sister 

It's our duty, we must remind you 

 

Hip hop was set out in the park 

Hip hop was set out in the park 

Hip hop was set out in the park 

We used to do it out in the dark 

 

Yo, it all started at the 'After Midnight Philly' but walk with me 

Mad niggas coming down from New York City 

Prolly hit the skating rink USA 

Banging Schoolly, "Gangster Boogie" and "PSK" 

 

I remember shells, Gazelles, top tens and lottos 

Mega design, reefer smoke, Coqui nine bottles 

Entire wore velours, call the boys with the Lucci wore? 

84's from Atlantic City Gucci store 

 

Linoleum break dancing, Rust-Oleum cans 

I put the writing on the wall signed, "Truly yours" 

Philly smashed '87 Music Seminar 

Out on the battlefield like Pat Benatar 

 

Hit the borough with Krown Rulers out of Camden 

People Patty Dukeing in the party, all cramped in 

Around the time Flav started cold lamping 

"Rebel Without a Pause" was the street anthem 

 

Old Memorex cassette, tape collections 

Bright spotlights on all the fights at the Spectrum 

When the Fresh Fest come, leather bombers and sheepskins 

Brothers would bust they guns to get one 

 

MC Breeze, Disco C, Jazzy Jeff 

Cash Money and Miz and Lady B 

Everybody banging "Sucker MC's" in '83 

I was South Philly like St. Charles and Crazy D 

 

Them wild North Side Puerto Ricans would snuff you 

Twenty deep in a Ford Escort, pumping the Tuff Crew 

I used to follow my cousin, he was a buck too 

Y'all don't like how I'm living, well, fuck you 

 

I been a G since a little kid 

Sticking my head up into somebody's dollar party, getting into shit 

And late nights, shoulda been in bed 

Instead, I was running 'round with them downtown lemon heads 

 

A little man, hanging where them grown women is 

Under thirteen, seeing real strong images 

And that's the reason for my real rap penmanship 

That's where I started it and that's where I'mma finish it 

 

We must remind you 

Where this rap come from 

Yes, my brother, my sister 

It's our duty, we must remind you 

 

Hip hop was set out in the park 

Hip hop was set out in the park 

Hip hop was set out in the park 

We used to do it out in the dark 

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