1977 Lyrics

1977 lyrics

Yeahhh! You're listening to the sounds from the Boogie Down Bronx! 

Kooool Keith!! Performing with Mean Jean Cordio the Grand Wizard 

The Ill Brothers at the T Connection 

Bust them flavors more rap styles than Life Savors 

Damage kids with suits with champagne and fake alligators 

I'm for the repercussion my style is bumrushin 

MC's get back that black brother sound wack 

A bust a new style grease your hair with NuNile 

Do wrecks flex the Bronx fronters that step up next 

New jacks can't rap, stomp your feet and make your hands clap 

The kid is booboo, your screw up on the mic is doodoo 

That's word to Mom Duke, you wack you get the boot 

It's Casanova, Bronx Kid all over 

Swift to shift top MC out to shoot the gift 

Morisena Projects, my neighbors took your Rolex 

You get action, talkin loud walkin up in Jackson 

My little cousin Bronx crew's about to move on you 

Yeahhh! Patterson Projects is in the house! 

Webster's in the house! The Non is in the house! 

Melrose is in the house! Jackson, is in the house! 

Yeah! 

I come real deal rap style back like Holyfield 

Check em at the door, and watch crews with steel 

With the L Brothers, we hittin freaks undercovers 

to the left side, you on the back door 

I got a OJ ready, with pink whitewalls 

Ah yes yes y'all, and you don't stop the body rock 

Cockblock my friends, you count tens in your Benz 

Rappers know they toy, I blast your rhyme skill 

kid yo, step up like Elroy 

You know the steelo, from New York to Puerto Rico 

You'll tell me bro... yeah, I'm Kool Keith chief 

You been out two weeks 

Don't try to ill, cause you're plastic no frill 

Yeahhh! Next week at the P-A-L!! 

Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five! 

Battling Kool Herc and the Herculoids 

Afrika Bambaata and the Mighty Zulu Nation, Soulsonic and Cosmic 

Be there! Two dollars before ten! 

With special guests, the Cold, Crush, Brothers!