Mark b and blade back in the day lyrics

[scratching] What do you think of that?



Have you anything else to say







[Mark B]



Yes I remember when rapping was considered just a phase



Trying to search for a deal was like walking through a maze



Back in the days



Labels couldn't comprehend the mission



So we've remained underground



Displaying for those who listen



Yes



Everyweek we held a jam entertainers were live



We had rappers and dj's performing all through the night



Records were spun back and forth and the crowds were withit



It was all about the skills no image or gimmicks



Graf writers were spraying and dj's were playing



Records while breakers were breaking



Only my ears were aching



Cos the music as loud the place to be was the south



It was the same in the north the east and the west



Hip hoppers were everywhere, many with fear



From the evidence is clear that our time is near







[scratching]







I remember it clearly like it was yesterday



Ingrained in my mind how they all used to say



It was nothing more than a fad



Just some kids having some fun



Graffiti on the walls and we'd only begun



House parties every Saturday



Crews use to gather wearing wetsuits and kangols



To prove who was the baddest



The centre of the floor was the stage for battling



Occasional fights would break out



Cos what was happening



was kids were getting excited when the moves were bad



twenty years later and you wish you had



half the skill half the knack to build from scratch



half the will half the knack the thrill to steal



we persisted for. those who missed it



bodies for body poppers were robotic and twisted



rhymers were gifted crowds were lifted



as they witnessed a performance of a lifetime







[scratching]







I used to hide behind the speakers and rhyme my nuts off



Cuts were never soft and crowds were going off



Competitions were held



Baggy bags and psychs



Organised the events handed us the mic's



Be an mc merlyn rip stage for stage and never got paid



The feeling was great as we slaved



Competition was none the audience left stunned



I used to rap I used to beat box afraid of none



Dj's were starlight with joel and chris



Tony and val and seb and the jams were bliss



It was heaven in the making there for the takin



So we took it and ever since been hooked to it







Like addicts to cigarettes



A combination of decks



Vocal orchestral effects



The rhyme connects x2