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bias b - back in ’88 part 2 lyrics

[bias b]
i’ve got ink stains in my jocks, my flowes leakin’
it’s creepin’ down my leg my parents peakin’
just another weekend on the hursty line
it’s fine 87 + 88 i think that was the time
paint wastes, showtrain specials, the 45th, doin panels on blue trains
in the early morning mist
running from the cops non stop racking markers
the pilot and tempera wiht the pump in the centre
get it flowin’, now i’m going
up to the train that’s slowin’
to write my name i’m leavin’ stains you know my fame is growin’
given respect where it’s due never received it
got fed+up the ink got wetter, better believe it
writers having battles one on one, crew upon cew
remember when cma battled kru
siapan ac, must i reminiss on the state, create something for the greats back in 88
[bias b]
usa, dskiz, prime 86 spy & wisp
i started out bombin with the diffly bits and the magnum 44
the posca a neighbourhood ticket 35 cents is all it cost ya
dkay mda r.i.p, rdc, dma
twb, wca that’s the crew who’s still staying true and where the f+ck were you
back in the days, back when the spraypack and dupli+color rocked the lines interwined
doin crime all the time expandin’ my mind
with a dream one day to rock the rhymes on stage
no cage around the yeard
to all the writers still rocking the lines i’m sending my regards
from the start my heart was in the right place
victoria the state it’s for the writers back in 88

[bias b]
do you remember racking from mcewans
doin back+ons, run+ups at sun+up and waking up at 2am to go spraying
the aerosol patrol, b+boy patrol, bboys ready to roll
piece of paper on the aussie nozzle man for the can control
panels in the middle of the day or night running for weeks
totolly sh+tting myself when the train creeks
with the crystal mint green, pontiac blue, planet purple, remember bombing the loop city circle
6 cars all day, the tempera and pop+mate
the sounds inside my headphones pound, critical beatdown
i found myself as a writer in australia doin’ my best to impress sometimes becoming a failure
but 88 was great early days of poineering
many dedicated but many more disappearing
bluey’s in jolimont dma 1988 kings
word up to all the writers still doing there thing

- bias b lyrics

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