In Tha Park

One two
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 the Technic joints

(With the slipmats)
Put nickels on the needles so the motherf**king record won't jump

The needle won't skip and shit
Getting juice from the f**king light poles
Shout out to the Bronx nigga
Ay yo 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 Pelan discovering rap
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 "Tramp"
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
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 Tale Lords fit the fellys
Samster Barons and Kangol buckets BVD's
Go with the Sergio's like f**k 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

We used to do it out in the dark
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
Kick the ball with Krown Rulers out of Camden
People Patty Duke-ing 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 f**k 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 lemonheads

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