[talking]   Rock Steady was a B-boy crew, but to me it's all about hip hop,   So, rock steady is a hip hop crew now. Its about all four elements, And we    represent those lovely, sratch pickers, arsonists,   All the b-boys that are down with us, the b-girls, we have some dope    B-girls, and you know, we got graf artists like East and Zero T,   Its just straight up on skills, this is Crazy Legs from the Rock Steady    Crew, I'm out      Hip-Hop was breaking, spray paintin' full train cars   DJ's cutting emcess presents the ghetto stars   I was the skinny shorty wop, with the bop in my step   Shams the bear and teloids, playboys and I was set   Running through the streets of the boogie with a bang   Pops was kinda strict, so at times I couldn't hang   But whateva the case, I stuck close to my hip-hop   Somethin' in my soul just kept that, on lock      And oppurtunity never knocked, but we was still open   Saying ish like fresh, like def (dope in)   And crack was on the corner rumblin' the dry goods   With something I decided never to persue in my hood   I was, too busy in the middle of the streets playing skelly   With Ray and Big Lou, listenin' to Flash and Melly   And rockin' block parties, seemed to be my route   But I had to give that up, they always ended in shoot outs      Hip-Hop was rhyming, hard timin', radio hits   No dats, so the D.J's was still in the mix   Grafitti and breaking took a back seat   'cause the A&R's couldn't figure how to make they ends meet   I was the high school rapper to the girls in the hall   While my nigga Clarence Greer was slammin' with a basketball   Tune my radio on a saturday night   Daydreamin' 'bout grippin' mikes and being in the spotlight   Fat rope chains in a pair of A.J's in the p.j's frontin' like I had status   (what) who's the baddest?   The brotha on swinten ave, though fresh out the lab   You just couldn't tell Q-Unique what he couldn't have      It all started in Bushwick, defacin' the community   Around the way, all you saw was nothin' but graffiti   As a shorty I was poppin' never could I ever stand still   Always battlin' 'cause it was all about the skills   Never learned windmills, but my boogie took me places   When I started emceeing, I kept it fat like my laces   Wrestlin' was the bomb, kept me from doing my homework   Radio was my thing, when red alert went bezerk      [Chorus] 4x's   Yes yes y'all, let me get some   'cause we, never forgot where we came from