1979 歌词
| 歌曲 | 1979 |
| 歌手 | Hilltop Hoods |
| 专辑 | A Matter of Time |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Know what I'm sayin'… In 1979… | |
| I was a 2 year old kid from Adelaide… | |
| I wasn't a 14 year old kid from the Bronx… | |
| It seems to me that in 1999 Hip Hop's a business… | |
| In 1979 it was a culture… And I miss it… | |
| You're 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, | |
| it's not hip-hop, it's something more sad, sick and seedy, | |
| what's Popping that Gucci 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 ya back, | |
| break your back, realize b-boys aren't faking that | |
| funk that you've forgotten hoe, | |
| how could you have gotten so | |
| far gone, that you could never stop and go, | |
| back to the roots, 1979, | |
| birthplace of the scratch, birthplace of the rhyme, | |
| you'll 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 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 my way through time, | |
| I was two 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-hop's a business | |
| 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 ya section, and isn't it ironic? | |
| but not the sort to make you laugh, | |
| cuz MC's are building futures while raping the past, | |
| taking a glass of Chardonnay and putting it to your lips, | |
| I'd 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, | |
| you're all 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 old school New York that's still got the vibe | |
| 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 my way through time, | |
| I was two 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-hop's a business |
| Know what I' m sayin' In 1979 | |
| I was a 2 year old kid from Adelaide | |
| I wasn' t a 14 year old kid from the Bronx | |
| It seems to me that in 1999 Hip Hop' s a business | |
| In 1979 it was a culture And I miss it | |
| You' re so fake its plain to see who you truly are, | |
| looking less like a bboy, 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, | |
| it' s not hiphop, it' s something more sad, sick and seedy, | |
| what' s Popping that Gucci got to do with graffiti? | |
| And your R B dancesteps what about fingerpopping? | |
| bboy electric shocking, windmills, body rocking, | |
| so bodybody rock, bodybody rock, I' ll take ya back, | |
| break your back, realize bboys aren' t faking that | |
| funk that you' ve forgotten hoe, | |
| how could you have gotten so | |
| far gone, that you could never stop and go, | |
| back to the roots, 1979, | |
| birthplace of the scratch, birthplace of the rhyme, | |
| you' ll 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 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 my way through time, | |
| I was two years old in 1979, | |
| but it' s a time that I miss you ask what' s the difference, | |
| Hiphop was then a culture, now hiphop' s a business | |
| Zulu started bboying 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 ya section, and isn' t it ironic? | |
| but not the sort to make you laugh, | |
| cuz MC' s are building futures while raping the past, | |
| taking a glass of Chardonnay and putting it to your lips, | |
| I' d 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, | |
| you' re all weaving the rope that you' ll hang yourself with | |
| my only consolation is within the hip hop nation is | |
| bboy 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 old school New York that' s still got the vibe | |
| 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 my way through time, | |
| I was two years old in 1979, | |
| but it' s a time that I miss you ask what' s the difference, | |
| Hiphop was then a culture, now hiphop' s a business |
| Know what I' m sayin' In 1979 | |
| I was a 2 year old kid from Adelaide | |
| I wasn' t a 14 year old kid from the Bronx | |
| It seems to me that in 1999 Hip Hop' s a business | |
| In 1979 it was a culture And I miss it | |
| You' re so fake its plain to see who you truly are, | |
| looking less like a bboy, 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, | |
| it' s not hiphop, it' s something more sad, sick and seedy, | |
| what' s Popping that Gucci got to do with graffiti? | |
| And your R B dancesteps what about fingerpopping? | |
| bboy electric shocking, windmills, body rocking, | |
| so bodybody rock, bodybody rock, I' ll take ya back, | |
| break your back, realize bboys aren' t faking that | |
| funk that you' ve forgotten hoe, | |
| how could you have gotten so | |
| far gone, that you could never stop and go, | |
| back to the roots, 1979, | |
| birthplace of the scratch, birthplace of the rhyme, | |
| you' ll 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 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 my way through time, | |
| I was two years old in 1979, | |
| but it' s a time that I miss you ask what' s the difference, | |
| Hiphop was then a culture, now hiphop' s a business | |
| Zulu started bboying 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 ya section, and isn' t it ironic? | |
| but not the sort to make you laugh, | |
| cuz MC' s are building futures while raping the past, | |
| taking a glass of Chardonnay and putting it to your lips, | |
| I' d 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, | |
| you' re all weaving the rope that you' ll hang yourself with | |
| my only consolation is within the hip hop nation is | |
| bboy 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 old school New York that' s still got the vibe | |
| 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 my way through time, | |
| I was two years old in 1979, | |
| but it' s a time that I miss you ask what' s the difference, | |
| Hiphop was then a culture, now hiphop' s a business |
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