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August 11th - Hip Hop Anniversary

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Rap is something we do; hip-hop is something we live!

 

Back  in  days,  blessed  to  live  long  enough  to  offer  praise

Old  school  jams…..where  Apache  and  Bongo  beats  played,

Coming  of  age,  in  the  crux  of  culture  refined  in  my  time

I  ran  from  park  to  park,  not  to  play,  you  see I  was  DJ  fan

Giving  out  flyers  for  Herc  (my  hero),  who  acknowledged  me, 2b

To  the  Nation  of Islam, Bam  and  Zulu,  to  valley  cats  DJ  Breakout  & Baron  too!

 

Yes  the  origins  of  hip-hop  came  out  in the  park  doing  it  until  after  dark

Actually  brought  about  by  all  the  power  in  1977 going  out, 

Which  is  funnily  recalled  as  the  first  “Black  Friday”, although  a Tuesday  night

The  heir  was  electricity,  as  you  can  tell  later on  by all   them  fat  gold  cables

Nah  back  where  I’m  from  it  was  t-shirts  and  sneakers,  hustlin’ and  freakin’

The  plug  up  was  to  street lamps  was  so  teenagers  kept  step  in  movements

 

A  stones  throw  from  Cedar  Park,  word  travels  fast  of  jams  and battles  cultivating

Living  high  up  in  the  sky  before  Jeffersons  had  moved  on  up,  I  was a  Towers  resident

True  old  heads  will  know  this  flow,  fo’  sho’,  as  I  could  hear  DJ  Blackjack  battlin’ Herc  again!

Hyped  before  it  was  a  word,  word  up  all I  knew  was  I  was  down  to  get  on  up!

Bustin  moves  and  even  breaking,  on  cardboard  or  cement,  it  didn’t  even  really  hurt

Love  affairs  started  by  grinding  up  on  Clara  from  down  around  1520  Sedgewick

All  I  know  was  the  Grove  Line  in movement  and  her  arms  around  me signaling  approval

 

 

Glad  to  be  hearing  your  cut-up  favorite sounds  and  rare  classics,  like,  Scratchin’

I  can  still  hear  them  @sss  kickin’ home made  speakers,  echo  chambers, mixing  Geminis

My  eyes  watched  Whippy-Whip,  cut  it  up,  or  DJ  Hollywood  let  the  elders  Do  the Hustle

Anticipating  break  parts  like  they  was  my  relative,  I  learned   where  they  stayed….

Flashlights,  stopping  to  freeze,  dancing  in  crews  to  take  out  other  crews….bustin’  moves!

 

Down  under  the  El  train  to  the  Sparkle,  lighting  joints  and  feeling  mellow,

Sneaking  in  to  adult  clubs  to  hear  Love-Bug  Starski  and  his  fine  sister  Champagne

Sometimes  not  even  coming  home,  I  was  addicted… to  Hip  Hop!

For  recovery,  I  acquired  my  own  turntables,  cutting  up “Aint We Funky  Now”,  until…

Mama  used  to  say, “boy  let  the  record play,  and  stop  rewiring  my  speakers….”

 

Hip-Hop  was  my  freedom,  opening  my  world  past  rhythm  &  blues  and  other  instinctive  travels…

You  know  the  rules….rap  is  something  you  did,  BUT  HIP  HOP  IS  SOMETHING  THAT  LIVES!

PEACE  to  KRS-ONE  (KNOWLEDGE  RULES SUPREME)…….ONE

 

This  flashback  was  brought  about  on  August 11th  Hip-Hop’s  Official  Anniversary!

2b  is  and  has  become  many  things,  but  the  real  hip-hop  will  always  be  a  part  of  what  is  2b!

 

2b  straight  out  of  the  BX……and  I’m  OUT!

 

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LP45 says:

Word up!!! Awesome work my friend. Write on, write on, write on.
 

love_supreme says:

Excellent write.
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hymnagen says:

U got me feeling nostalgic, my dude! Across the river I was dying 2b part of it while U was in the heart of it, but @ least we got the TDKs dubbed to the 10th power. #Respect

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