Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm not your overnight sensation Fly-by-night type I'm the real McCoy b-boy, Oi Believe the hype I breathe, eat, sleep, shit Hip-hop is my bible Lyrically Timeless like Goldie And them old revivals, yeah We been sparing since '79 We go back like spies from (19) 19 long time Come rain, sunshine, hurricanes, whirlwinds, tornadoes Earthquakes couldn't shake my fate I'm stable I still remember them days When we had High top fades when Westwood gave out flyers with them ray band shades on Rushing Brixton Academy doors from back stage And tuned into pirates with Max and Dave I paid my dues Like them foundation crews Took the rough with the smooth The cheers and the boos Took out a couple dippy MCs, two by twos If I did lose, I only came back new and improved It Used to be a joke ting now it's strictly bread winning N'ough sex, drugs, violence and fancy women The only head spinning is when there dimming your lights Materialism, gun fights and media hype I'm hard stepping over these soft shell crustaceans Try'n to bastardise the music like they did the pagans Dispensing the lyrical plent's And I flow like holy water quenching your thirst with new invention [Chorus] All those who remember Don't forget what you seen The artform in its prime On the rise like cream For the year, 19 (long time) (Let's take it back to seventy nine) Na'mean? [Verse 2] This riddim's full of culture, star Far from a trend You're mad thinking it's gonna die out like a fad Big up my long time friends who used to co-defend When we clashed mans at [?] Watching rap attack, mastermind, urban revenge Playing at a local jams [?] bashments Following sound system From Stonebridge to Brixton If there was friction they just cut dubs and rock, yeah! To tell the truth I was a youth back then I couldn't flex too tough, cos roughnecks were truly rough I stood back and watched held my corner and cotch While some got brock in the head with a bottle of scotch I'm telling you Rude boys then carried on terrible One times a north side bredren got jooked in his genitals This sparked off a war between the south and the north If you ventured out your zone alone you was a walking corpse Sometimes we travelled up town looking for bargains Hunting for break beats watching breakers in Covent Garden We didn't give a toss about money, fame or stardom Just about the culture, the music, slang and jargon And even when we were starving like Marvin I didn't have two brass farthings to rub together We still got together! Wearing leather goose jackets and rope chains Belt buckles with names and turtle shell gazelle frames [Chorus] All those who remember Don't forget what you seen The artform in its prime On the rise like cream For the year, 19 (long time) (Let's take it back to seventy nine) Na'mean? [Verse 3] Help me reminisce as you move to this Remember brays who strayed in the wilderness They say, (thou shall not exist on bread and chips alone But by the righteous words of wisdom through the microphone) As another one bites the dust Another's born As one style's bitten, another style is formed Mike Tyson MCs biting what's 'ere Out'a touch label's use the front to prop up the rear, I swear To keep this shit rare this year You been looking for me there Not knowing we're gone clear The revolution I pioneer Will be one blood Ready like Malcom looking out with a Kalashnikov The bona fide bearer of street news Those who abuse get their covers blown like a fuse Some build, some destroy; some win, some lose Some fools only wanna fit in other people's shoes Looking to squeeze [?] It's best you start sling your hooks And book a one way trip With Thomas Cook or Lunn Poly Just get away, I don't care how you get there just go Too many blood clots clogging the flow So much quarter rad and wagonist's and devil antagonist Coming out the wood work, the crevices and cabinets Imagine it's been nineteen years since We got the green papers and laid the blue print. Long time [Chorus] All those who remember Don't forget what you seen The artform in its prime On the rise like cream For the year, 19 (long time) (Let's take it back to seventy nine) Na'mean?