HORRORSHOW - Neighbourhood Hit lyrics

rate me

Yes, yes, Solo MC

Nick Lupi, Just Enuf

Haha "there goes the neighbourhood"

One two, one two

Oneday Crew coming through

To a neighbourhood near you

Well I'm a take 'em home past memory lane

Going eighty miles while I blow dust off it, let me explain

I'm a tell it how it was said to me same

Saturday in September, forget the weather but remember the train

A dead grey ghost embedded with flames, I didn't get it

Hype mag in my man's room, I went and read it

He said "You wanna bomb the lines? ", replied as if my shit ain't stank

"Bank on it, I'm a get my credit"

Every tag on the wall's like a line from the credits

Just because you seen it ain't mean that you read it

Mics, markers, douse the flame, embrace darkness

Grant your wish, life after

Self doubt, guess I got that from my father

But my drive outweighed it by far

To the real fans, get 'em up, KBM the stadium we getting up

Whoever get there first, hit us up

One day is what we chase

But now we out for much more than fame

I guess some things change

(We used to try to keep the neighbourhood hit

Now the same dudes is tryna write the neighbourhood hit)

Went from back lanes to backstage

And now we spray words without paint

Time waits for no man and so we got no time to waste

(It's just me and my brothers, you chilling with none other)

Step up in the place with the swagger of a genuine pride

It's the return of the kids bombing mainline

Spitting rhymes written by the same drive

That had us out till daybreak hitting the train line

Laces strapped, tins tucked in your backpack

Chasing dreams that we traced out of graff mags

We studied lessons from a culture of kings

Who could have what tomorrow would bring?

See there are walls in the streets round my neighbourhood

That read like photo albums

Moments in time, frozen for those who know about 'em

Snapshots of kids growing up staking their claim

And now the very same kids is tryna blow it up

And there's been some stormy weather but whatever

Believe that me and my brothers, we weather it together

Till I'm old and grey and my words fade away

Like plum purple in the sun's rays, I'm a rep the Oneday

Two hands are what we made it with

A labour of love and long days with it

Writing the score and setting the stage

Product of the very same pavement that plotted the gradient

If I could get a taste of it, I could run away with it

I recall vividly the infamy attained

The names that rang out through the halls that lifted me

Same imagery of fame, long reins had little me

Trying to write my timpanis into the same symphony

Footsteps of kings in my neighbourhood streets

The legendary crews and the fabled old beefs

We were coming up quick trying to figure our piece

My best friends and I, no limit to the reach

You can see it in my eyes, I can't hide the pride

And privilege I feel standing right beside 'em

Theme music to the dream, the Oneday team

And it won't stop till that one day's seen, y'knahmean?

"I be in class dreaming bout

Fifty-thousand fans up in the stands screaming out"