Arsonists Flashback Lyrics

As the World Burns Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Backdraft
  • 3 Shit Ain’t Sweet
  • 4 Pyromaniax
  • 5 Underground Vandal
  • 6 Blaze
  • 7 Venom
  • 8 Frienemies
  • 9 Lt. Worf & Chewbacca
  • 10 Session
  • 11 Shaboing
  • 12 Rhyme Time Travel
  • 13 Live to Tell
  • 14 Seed
  • 15 Lunchroom Take-Out
  • 16 Worlds Collide
  • 17 Flashback
  • 18 D-Sturbed Words
  • 19 Geembo’s Theme
  • 20 Halloween
  • 21 In Your Town
  • [talking]
    Rock Steady was a B-boy crew, but to me it's all about hip hop,
    So, rock steady is a hip hop crew now. Its about all four elements, And we
    represent those lovely, sratch pickers, arsonists,
    All the b-boys that are down with us, the b-girls, we have some dope
    B-girls, and you know, we got graf artists like East and Zero T,
    Its just straight up on skills, this is Crazy Legs from the Rock Steady
    Crew, I'm out

    Hip-Hop was breaking, spray paintin' full train cars
    DJ's cutting emcess presents the ghetto stars
    I was the skinny shorty wop, with the bop in my step
    Shams the bear and teloids, playboys and I was set
    Running through the streets of the boogie with a bang
    Pops was kinda strict, so at times I couldn't hang
    But whateva the case, I stuck close to my hip-hop
    Somethin' in my soul just kept that, on lock

    And oppurtunity never knocked, but we was still open
    Saying ish like fresh, like def (dope in)
    And crack was on the corner rumblin' the dry goods
    With something I decided never to persue in my hood
    I was, too busy in the middle of the streets playing skelly
    With Ray and Big Lou, listenin' to Flash and Melly
    And rockin' block parties, seemed to be my route
    But I had to give that up, they always ended in shoot outs

    Hip-Hop was rhyming, hard timin', radio hits
    No dats, so the D.J's was still in the mix
    Grafitti and breaking took a back seat
    Cuz the A&R's couldn't figure how to make they ends meet
    I was the high school rapper to the girls in the hall
    While my nigga Clarence Greer was slammin' with a basketball
    Tune my radio on a saturday night
    Daydreamin' 'bout grippin' mikes and being in the spotlight
    Fat rope chains in a pair of A.J's in the p.j's frontin' like I had status
    (what) who's the baddest?
    The brotha on swinten ave, though fresh out the lab
    You just couldn't tell Q-Unique what he couldn't have

    It all started in Bushwick, defacin' the community
    Around the way, all you saw was nothin' but graffiti
    As a shorty I was poppin' never could I ever stand still
    Always battlin' cuz it was all about the skills
    Never learned windmills, but my boogie took me places
    When I started emceeing, I kept it fat like my laces
    Wrestlin' was the bomb, kept me from doing my homework
    Radio was my thing, when red alert went bezerk

    [Chorus] 4x's
    Yes yes y'all, let me get some
    Cuz we, never forgot where we came from

    Written by: Martin Page, Michael L. Jones, Tina Arena
    Lyrics © CONEXION MEDIA GROUP, INC.

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