| 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 |