I used to read Word Up magazine.
Salt’n’Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin’ pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock ’til my tape popped
Smokin’ weed and bamboo, sippin’ on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin’ Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I’m in the limelight ’cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I’m blowin’ up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It’s all good
Uh, and if you don’t know, now you know, nigga, uh.
Is this a thing I’m doing now? I never planned on posting photos of Brooklyn set to rap songs- as a thing- but I was in Bushwick yesterday for my Blogshop class, and I just couldn’t NOT take photos. The area reminded me of Wynwood Walls in Miami. A formerly industrial area, thats now housing hipsters and art. Hipstoria, they should call it. And the reason why I posted the song? Well, I cant see Biggie’s face without hearing “It was all a dream” in my head. Can you? I bet you cant. Think about how awesome that is.