Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Remember That, artist - Rakim. Album song The 18th Letter / The Book Of Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Remember That |
Turn the beat up, I get lost in the mind come across |
the rhyme kick my feet up, then I find myself in time |
I was on a train, destination Marley Marl’s domain |
I entertained things’ll never be the same |
DJ’s are conveyed if the label OK it Teddy Ted and Special K was the first ones to play it On the radio, with the crazy flow |
I pay dues until it pays me dough to do a show |
When I’m at the helm I cover the whole realm |
In control and leave your soul overwhelmed |
Another influence of beats and instruments |
Lyrics make it intricate and elements are tense |
When you was playin Pac Man it was the jams I packed |
Peeps would swarm when I was perform in, black I’m all that |
Back before they turned hip-hop to rap |
It always a place to party at, remember that? |
I remember the spots that used to be hot |
Just like the roof top, a place that only few can rock |
on a wild ass block, yeah you find me there a lot |
Until you hear gunshots, that’s when the fun stops |
Here come the cops, time to go home, get in order |
Cause I’ll be back in Manhattan if somethings happenin at the Latin Quarter |
House of havoc when it came to fourteen carat |
And if you had it yeah kids’d try to grab it It’s cool at the Red Parrot we was doin it there |
I was the first one to rip it at the Union Square |
Me and DJ Red Alert did work |
A crazy concert, a lot of kids got hurt |
I did encores at the Encore, they wanted more |
I kicked a freestyle til I heard the crowd roar |
Like the Funhouse, Bronx Center never endin black |
Place to be was the Brooklyn Armory, remember that? |
Remember that? |
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Open the door, let the crowds in, over twenty thousand |
Wildin music’s loud and microphone’s growlin |
Tickets are sold out, parties is packed and on tour |
rippin basketball arenas back then |
Even afterparties, posses of players and hotties |
Everybody was Gotti, spreadin bucks like shotties |
Spendin cash, to make a good time last |
Thoughts that I had give me a blast of the past |
Memories of unforgettable times on my mind |
Dollar signs and melodies and incredible rhymes |
The people I met, and the sets that got wrecked |
All the mics I checked, most of all life’s effects |
And peace to all the people I grew up around |
in the streets back when beats had a rougher sound |
I used to be wild me and my crew sit back and we smile |
Keep piles of pictures filed in case I go senile |
Cause some things are just too good to be forgot |
Like your neighborhood block or your favorite spot |
Certain records always seem to make me reminisce |
And when it hits, and then it clicks, remember this |
My life flashed before me I’m there from the sounds |
I hear pinpoint the year, it’s perfectly clear |
I like the way it went down and alla that, in fact |
It mean a lot, cause you can’t bring it back, remember that |
Remember that? |
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