Fresh
Jo, Jo, this is boy Kurtis Blow,
Clap your hands, everybody
If you got what it takes
'Cause is Rapsusklei and I want you to know.
That these are the breaks
R to the A to the P to the S
U to the S to the K to the L
E to the I to the One to the Fresh!
Yes, Rapsusklei is in the place...
¡Lets go ready to rumble!
Como empezar hablando de" Hip Hop"
"Two turntables on the mic" "Say what?"
Writers y B.Boys con su ghetto blaster
The mic, the mic, the microphone master.
¡Yes! rockeando siempre fresh,
MR Cornbread, Taki 183,
Grand Master Flash, Funk Master Flex,
Todo era original igual que Crazy Legs.
One, two, one, two, mic check, mic check,
Fue DJ Kool Herc, no existía el "twerk",
No había internet, solo vinilo y casette,
Y se salía a pintar trenes si no había pared.
Ou! si, this is the classic shit,
"Put your hands in the air" si te suena el hit.
Guerra de estilos, "wild style" o "Beat street"
Como Bambaataa "Locking 4 the perfect beat" Yow!
Yes, yes, you!!! amamos tanto esto.
"Booyakaa" que lo hicimos nuestro,
"Rewind" como forma de vida,
Con pumas, con nikes, converse, con adidas.
U know my stylo
Jump, jump
Ok, that's right
Down whit the king
Clap your hands, everybody
If you got what it takes
I am trying not to lose my head
Ha ha ha ha.
Yo recuerdo el "Hip Hop Hooray",
En You MTV Raps, Back in the days,
I am king of rock, Rapsusklei,
Is one M'C and one D'J.
Oye Tillo "Diggin in the crates",
"In the pace to be", "Enta da stage",
Con Furious Five, Soul Sonic Force,
Doggy Fresh, Fat Boys, haciendo beat box.
Desde pequeño respetando a la "Old school",
De cuando todo era "cool" de cuando "Paid in full",
Click, click Plauh!!! to the "Sucker MC'S",
Uhh! Uhh! is the... "Fuck the police".
No doubt,, manteníendolo Underground,
This is a jorney into sound,
Right, cultura en el freestyle,
Is number one, two, three, four and five.
"Rock the mic" in the "radio station",
"Party people" todos con la Zulu Nation,
A sere Hip Hop, Planet rock",
Yonkis in the halley with the baseball bat.
Thinking of a master plane,
Real Hip Hop,
Skillz, B.Boys,
Pump up the volume.
Throw your hands in the air,
And wave them like just don't care,
I am trying not to lose my head,
Ha ha ha ha.
If I ruled world,
New York state of mind,
Get down,
It's a funky beat.
You know me?
It's the code of streets,
Check baby check baby, one, two, three, four,
Figh the power,
Insane in the brain.
Peace love unity and heavy fun.
Clap your hands, everybody
If you got what it takes
'Cause is Rapsusklei and I want you to know.
That these are the breaks
R to the A to the P to the S
U to the S to the K to the L
E to the I to the One to the Fresh!
Yes, Rapsusklei is in the place...
¡Lets go ready to rumble!
Como empezar hablando de" Hip Hop"
"Two turntables on the mic" "Say what?"
Writers y B.Boys con su ghetto blaster
The mic, the mic, the microphone master.
¡Yes! rockeando siempre fresh,
MR Cornbread, Taki 183,
Grand Master Flash, Funk Master Flex,
Todo era original igual que Crazy Legs.
One, two, one, two, mic check, mic check,
Fue DJ Kool Herc, no existía el "twerk",
No había internet, solo vinilo y casette,
Y se salía a pintar trenes si no había pared.
Ou! si, this is the classic shit,
"Put your hands in the air" si te suena el hit.
Guerra de estilos, "wild style" o "Beat street"
Como Bambaataa "Locking 4 the perfect beat" Yow!
Yes, yes, you!!! amamos tanto esto.
"Booyakaa" que lo hicimos nuestro,
"Rewind" como forma de vida,
Con pumas, con nikes, converse, con adidas.
U know my stylo
Jump, jump
Ok, that's right
Down whit the king
Clap your hands, everybody
If you got what it takes
I am trying not to lose my head
Ha ha ha ha.
Yo recuerdo el "Hip Hop Hooray",
En You MTV Raps, Back in the days,
I am king of rock, Rapsusklei,
Is one M'C and one D'J.
Oye Tillo "Diggin in the crates",
"In the pace to be", "Enta da stage",
Con Furious Five, Soul Sonic Force,
Doggy Fresh, Fat Boys, haciendo beat box.
Desde pequeño respetando a la "Old school",
De cuando todo era "cool" de cuando "Paid in full",
Click, click Plauh!!! to the "Sucker MC'S",
Uhh! Uhh! is the... "Fuck the police".
No doubt,, manteníendolo Underground,
This is a jorney into sound,
Right, cultura en el freestyle,
Is number one, two, three, four and five.
"Rock the mic" in the "radio station",
"Party people" todos con la Zulu Nation,
A sere Hip Hop, Planet rock",
Yonkis in the halley with the baseball bat.
Thinking of a master plane,
Real Hip Hop,
Skillz, B.Boys,
Pump up the volume.
Throw your hands in the air,
And wave them like just don't care,
I am trying not to lose my head,
Ha ha ha ha.
If I ruled world,
New York state of mind,
Get down,
It's a funky beat.
You know me?
It's the code of streets,
Check baby check baby, one, two, three, four,
Figh the power,
Insane in the brain.
Peace love unity and heavy fun.
Credits
Writer(s): Guenther Manner, Richard Reis, Kostas Triandafilidis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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