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Hilltop Hoods - "1979"
Lyrics to 1979 : [Intro: Suffa] Know what Im sayin, in 1979 I was a two year old kid from Adelaide I wasnt a performer It seems to me that in 1999 Hip Hops a business In 1979 it was a culture And I miss it [Suffa:] Youre so fake its plain to see who you truly are Looking less like a b-boy, more like a movie star Forget the funk and go hook up those disco breaks Sit down punk and take a look at what you make Its not hip-hop, its something more sad, sick and seedy Whats Popping that Coochie got to do with graffiti' And your R&B dance-steps, what about finger-popping' B-boy electric shocking, windmills, body rocking So body-body rock, body-body rock, Ill take you back Break your back, realize b-boys arent faking that Funk that youve forgotten hoe, how could you have gotten so far gone' That you could never stop and go Back to the roots, nineteen seventy nine Birthplace of the scratch, birthplace of the rhyme Youll feel it in your spine like your first taste of wine Well make it back; itll just take some time [Chorus: Suffa] Remember Kangol hats, fat laces and lino mats Kids spinning on their backs to the sugar hill wax Now the sugar hills collapsed and the sweets turned sour Moneys walking my culture through its darkest hour Now I wanna take you back, walk on through time I was two years old in nineteen seventy nine But its a time that I miss; you ask "whats the difference" Hip-hop was then a culture, now hip-hops a business [Suffa:] You started b-boying as a form of expression To channel youths stress and their aggression Now through the suggestion of record companies MCs are pumping these problems back into your section And isnt it ironic' But not the sort that makes you laugh Cause MCs are building futures by raping the past Taking a glass of Chardonnay and putting it to your lips Id rather take a razor blade and put it to my wrist Than sell records on the basis that I have to promote Sniffing and selling coke, toting guns and smoking dope Youre all weaving the rope that youll hang yourself with My only consolation is within the hip hop nation is B-boy elements that can still get me open Like Graff mags from Berlin, mix tapes from Oakland Breakers from Whitsetty, plus anything from Tribe And old school New York thats still got the vibe [Chorus] [ 1979 Lyrics ]
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