| If we gonna start from scratch, you start with wax
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| If there’s no dish, then there’s no rap
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| Records, albums, vinyl, the facts
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| Give us a stack of records and we’ll give you 12 tracks
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| The agreement turned cement
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| 40 years ago
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| Hip Hop, the vinyl frontier
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| The embryo
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| Two turntables a mic and a cold stereo, DJ, one MC, the imperial
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| Many many put their muse to it
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| Sent bop, sent rock, sent blues through it
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| From classical to jazz we can who’s who it
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| Or blow the dust off and groove to it
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| Lets ride
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| B-side on direct drive
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| You know that crackle give the best high
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| Give me a needle, a cartridge, a partridge, some tree, 45s and a 33, let it be
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| A new format hit the scene like way back
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| It was smaller and more convenient than 8-track
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| You could pop it in your car on a long drive
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| Play the album or fast-forward to song five
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| If you passed the song you had to rewind it back
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| It was kind of frustrating trying to find a track
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| Memorex, Ampex down to TDK
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| Where the Biz was on the radio with BDK
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| When they was on the air, I was on the pause-button
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| I had the best taste but I ain’t trying to cause nothing
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| Cause everybody thought their paws was the raws
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| Cats used to battle, this shit used to cause wars
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| We would trade tapes, that was the best it could be
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| Busy Bee had the fever for Treacherous Three
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| Having the best tapes, was like a status symbol
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| The yellow tape, purple tape to the baddest demo
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| Battles travel from the Bronx to Baltimore
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| They would stand by the speaker to record them all
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| Them same tapes that was labeled with a thick marker
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| Made the neighbourhood rappers want to spit sharper
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| If my tape pop trust, I was ready man
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| A razor blade, scotch tape and a steady hand
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| I call it surgery
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| My cassette went under the knife and brought back to life
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| Man that’s word to me
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| If you want it, I got it
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| That which makes you move
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| «It's… the format baby»
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| If you want it, I got it
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| That which makes you cool
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| «It's… the format baby»
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| My relationship with bass and kicks had come full circle
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| Plastic and cheap but I clapped to the beat
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| Stab the repeat button and keep running
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| And that’s something you can’t get from tape dubbing
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| Skip the skips with a flick of the wrist
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| More time to check what’s sick on the list
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| The fickle dismissed this little digital disk
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| But try and play vinyl in the whip, it’ll skip
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| And it’s '96, I’m trying to get laid now
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| Chose the format with binary laid down
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| 1s and 0s, and 0s and 1s, flood the BOSE with flows and drums
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| Blunts get blown in my homie’s truck
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| We sitting on chrome, little bone thugs
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| We got wheels, we ain’t trying to walk man
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| CD’s nuts, there’s dust on my walkman
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| Follow me entering this digital odyssey
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| Holy matrimony but harder to see
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| Everywhere but non-existant, what a conundrum
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| Upgraded but they say we forgot where we come from
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| The past feels even further with every second
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| Off the record, the coming and going of Kbps
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| In the day of the instant message
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| The message is misdirected and the receiver seems to be disconnected
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| But don’t complain, love game
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| Even after the flood came and left our neighbors over-saturated
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| With no computer love, just computer bugs
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| Hate the virus and not the hacker, that’s what a loser does
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| Meanwhile, the kids are playing shoot em' ups
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| Trying to be the 2.0 version of Super Thug
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| Press reset, any era you wish to visit is next
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| Hold on as we eject |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Format , by - CunninLynguists. Song from the album Strange Journey Volume Three, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп