Hilltop Hoods - 1979 Lyrics

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You're so fake it's plain to see who you truly are

Looking less like a b-boy more like a movie star

Forget the funk and go look at that disco breaks

Sit down punk and take a look at what you make

It's not hip hop it's something more sad sick and seedy

What's 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

I'll take you back break your back

Realize b-boys ain't faking that

Fucked that you've forgotten hoe

How could you have gotten so far gone?

That you could never go back to the roots

1979 birthplace of the scratch birthplace of the rhyme

You can feel it in your spine like your first taste of wine

We'll make it back; it'll just take some time

Remember kangol hats fat laces and lino mats

Kids spinning on their back to the sugarhill wax

Now the sugarhills collapsed and the sweets turned sour

Money's walking my culture through its darkest hour

Now i wanna take you back walk my way through time

I was 2 years old in 1979 but it's a time that i miss

You ask what's the difference.

Hip hop was then a culture now hip hops a business

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Zulu started b-boying as a form of expression

To channel youths stress and their aggression

Now through the suggestion of record companies

Mc's are pumping these problems back into your section

Isn't it ironic but not the sort that makes you laugh?

Cause mc's are building futures by raping the past

Taking the glass of chardonnay and put it to your lips

I'd rather take a razorblade 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

You're weaving the rope that you'll 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 rock steady plus anything from tribe

And the old school new york thats still got the vibe

Remember kangol hats fat laces and lino mats

Kids spinning on their back to the sugarhill wax

Now the sugarhills collapsed and the sweets turned sour

Money's walking my culture through its darkest hour

Now i wanna take you back walk my way through time

I was 2 years old in 1979 but it's a time that i miss

You ask what's the difference.

Hip hop was then a culture now hip hops a business

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