Song | Remember All That |
Artist | Kero One |
Album | Kinetic World |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Above the law, climbing walls till roofs got sprayed | |
Running for daze, when we saw more red and blue than the braves | |
And I remember getting chipper, jonesing to make hit on, Street signs, | |
bus stops, freeways with free paint and replay | |
it over again those were the days | |
When spitting freestyles that amazed was getting paid | |
Keepin’ the crowd engaged the best wage you could have made, | |
having fun was getting blazed, funny how things have changed, | |
it Was so new back then, sneaking in shows with friends, | |
Copying hand stampings with permanent pens, | |
Underground shows right under my nose , | |
Living legends, bored stiff and the derelictuals, | |
Then Hiphop took off, shiny suits and danced around | |
But connected every race background and passed down | |
to younger siblings and sons, now dads rap wow | |
paris to Tokyo every show packed out | |
and rap was called a fad that’ll soon pass out, | |
remember all that? how we all laugh now | |
CHORUS | |
you remember that? Take it way way back | |
you remember that? Hiphop and rap | |
you remember that? Take it way way back | |
on a trip to the past When rap was called a fad (x2) | |
back then I was cold chilling just mindin’ my biz | |
until I caught the vapors from that puff puff give | |
it was organized konfusion, black moons I must admit | |
rotating above my head, digable planets and things | |
so I calmed my nerves, sippin’ latte listening to latee, | |
spinnin’ def jams from lord finesse, DITC | |
turn on the tv, for edutainment, | |
crooklyn dodgers, and a wild pitch is how the game ends | |
where’s channel live? homework procrastinating, | |
I see the front door, there my large professor’s waiting | |
no debatin’, i need a bigger shot than rob horry, | |
plus this leader of new school won’t hear my sob story, | |
in class I was a black sheep, I wrote rhymes all day | |
“van damn”, the choice was mine, and I found a way | |
I gave up sleep cause that’s the cousin of death | |
words I wont forget even till my last breath | |
CHORUS |
Above the law, climbing walls till roofs got sprayed | |
Running for daze, when we saw more red and blue than the braves | |
And I remember getting chipper, jonesing to make hit on, Street signs, | |
bus stops, freeways with free paint and replay | |
it over again those were the days | |
When spitting freestyles that amazed was getting paid | |
Keepin' the crowd engaged the best wage you could have made, | |
having fun was getting blazed, funny how things have changed, | |
it Was so new back then, sneaking in shows with friends, | |
Copying hand stampings with permanent pens, | |
Underground shows right under my nose , | |
Living legends, bored stiff and the derelictuals, | |
Then Hiphop took off, shiny suits and danced around | |
But connected every race background and passed down | |
to younger siblings and sons, now dads rap wow | |
paris to Tokyo every show packed out | |
and rap was called a fad that' ll soon pass out, | |
remember all that? how we all laugh now | |
CHORUS | |
you remember that? Take it way way back | |
you remember that? Hiphop and rap | |
you remember that? Take it way way back | |
on a trip to the past When rap was called a fad x2 | |
back then I was cold chilling just mindin' my biz | |
until I caught the vapors from that puff puff give | |
it was organized konfusion, black moons I must admit | |
rotating above my head, digable planets and things | |
so I calmed my nerves, sippin' latte listening to latee, | |
spinnin' def jams from lord finesse, DITC | |
turn on the tv, for edutainment, | |
crooklyn dodgers, and a wild pitch is how the game ends | |
where' s channel live? homework procrastinating, | |
I see the front door, there my large professor' s waiting | |
no debatin', i need a bigger shot than rob horry, | |
plus this leader of new school won' t hear my sob story, | |
in class I was a black sheep, I wrote rhymes all day | |
" van damn", the choice was mine, and I found a way | |
I gave up sleep cause that' s the cousin of death | |
words I wont forget even till my last breath | |
CHORUS |
Above the law, climbing walls till roofs got sprayed | |
Running for daze, when we saw more red and blue than the braves | |
And I remember getting chipper, jonesing to make hit on, Street signs, | |
bus stops, freeways with free paint and replay | |
it over again those were the days | |
When spitting freestyles that amazed was getting paid | |
Keepin' the crowd engaged the best wage you could have made, | |
having fun was getting blazed, funny how things have changed, | |
it Was so new back then, sneaking in shows with friends, | |
Copying hand stampings with permanent pens, | |
Underground shows right under my nose , | |
Living legends, bored stiff and the derelictuals, | |
Then Hiphop took off, shiny suits and danced around | |
But connected every race background and passed down | |
to younger siblings and sons, now dads rap wow | |
paris to Tokyo every show packed out | |
and rap was called a fad that' ll soon pass out, | |
remember all that? how we all laugh now | |
CHORUS | |
you remember that? Take it way way back | |
you remember that? Hiphop and rap | |
you remember that? Take it way way back | |
on a trip to the past When rap was called a fad x2 | |
back then I was cold chilling just mindin' my biz | |
until I caught the vapors from that puff puff give | |
it was organized konfusion, black moons I must admit | |
rotating above my head, digable planets and things | |
so I calmed my nerves, sippin' latte listening to latee, | |
spinnin' def jams from lord finesse, DITC | |
turn on the tv, for edutainment, | |
crooklyn dodgers, and a wild pitch is how the game ends | |
where' s channel live? homework procrastinating, | |
I see the front door, there my large professor' s waiting | |
no debatin', i need a bigger shot than rob horry, | |
plus this leader of new school won' t hear my sob story, | |
in class I was a black sheep, I wrote rhymes all day | |
" van damn", the choice was mine, and I found a way | |
I gave up sleep cause that' s the cousin of death | |
words I wont forget even till my last breath | |
CHORUS |