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letra de from99 - eternia & rel mccoy

[verse 1: eternia]:
this is not what you want from me
this is not new york city ’99
yellow rat b-st-rd, arsonists, or anomalies
fat beats
runnin’ up the steps to the record signing where i shine
dimples on blast like the song that my sister penned
i was featured on it in like ’06
later on the okayplayer cover, yoh, she rocked it for like 3 days
she hated that track, she took it back years after
but you know, it still put her on the map
back to ’99:
new lots ave: where thе lover lived
in a bedroom, undеr 3 cages, in his momma’s crib
used to roll through the hood solo after midnight
like “whattup?! whatever,”
naive, but now i’m clever
plus i bet the hood is williamsburgh in 2020
i ain’t been back forever, for what?! you know things sever
which reminds me: things fall apart. ’99. the roots
they stayed together after all this time
so what’s the secret?
i could stand to understand that
while i’m at it: what’s the reason why some are intact?
while others… they fade away
friends fade to oblivion wherever they stay
only alive in my memory banks
grey matter: used to crash on your couch on 86th
rollin’ deep, rock steady, we were kids
later you produced for dipset and changed your name
i lost track, yoh i never understood why you did that
but still,all respect due
treated me like your sis
never went side ways or overstepped
introduced me to the can ox fam, then def jux
how i met my future husband in the l.e.s., so you see:
this may not be what y’all want from me
this is not that young chick back in nyc
this is not the indie era of the g*nius emcee
but the domino effect of events? it came to be
from ’99
[chorus: manny]:
yoh back then?! the whole city was our playground
the scene was alive with energy. it was just pure magic

hehe. i mean they called us backpackers but
we needed the backpacks ’cause we was walking around the city all day!

[verse 2: wordsworth]:
lemme rewind time to ’99, rise and shine
on the grind with rhymes, ciphers line for line
business? i was mindin’ mine
jotted and plotted on the dotted line and signed
how i been? i been fine, then
baggy jeans, xl shirts and head bands
gucci links, avirex jackets, and sweat pants
right-handed rhythm with the mic in my left hand
saw john forte and rah digga performing at wetlands
showcases. high, low and no stages
places: 18 and up, and all ages
open mics, no sp-ces, cold bas-m-nts
spots so high i saw a mirage of an oasis
so many of my peers gone that appeared strong
been years since they disappeared, i don’t hear songs
until my soul is lifted, til the sky has some energy
like souls of mischief: ’99 ’til infinity
we here
[chorus: manny]:
i mean we was all broke back then, so after spendin’ our lunch money at fat beats
we hit the corner for that dollar fifty grey’s papaya hotdog and drink

union square park was where the skaters and the bboys got down, every weekend
the knitting factory was a sweatbox, but you’d lose your voice singin’ along to the arsonists

you knew everybody was listening to stretch & bobbito every thursday night
just to hear the new records, catch the new freestyles

i remember being at that last company flow show and they ended it with a freestyle cipher
and they’re passing the mic around and they passed it to this girl
in a white b-tton down and pinstripe pants
and she proceeds to light the place on fire!
i look at my boy and i’m like, “yoh. yoh freddie, i think i’m in love!”
and he’s like, “yoh, me too!”
you gotta remember this is before social media as we know it
it was message boards and the radio and that was it

- eternia rel mccoy

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