Artist: Ghostface Killah f/ Black Thought Album: Apollo Kids Song: In Tha Park Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Ghostface Killah] One-two, yeah, yeah ya'll niggas don't know about Fat Back With the different color records they had back in the days Youknowhatimean, the belt driven, turntables, the Techniq joints Put nickels on they needles so the muthafucking record won't jump, the needle won't skip and shit Getting juice from the fucking light pole, shout out to the Bronx, nigga! [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, the shit go way back like the unique marker Kid bombing the D train and hit the Bronx, up Crowd all planned to attack, Planet Rock Bambataa Peace to Pelon, discovering rap And the DJ that made the first scratch, paved the way For Flex, Mister Cee, Enuff and Big Kap See this rap shit? Came at a time that was accurate Twenty something years later, I mastered it Seen light poles get used for power, I was a little nigga Couldn't stay out late, I was shallow So I sat by the window, hear the DJ cut And peace to Prez, Apache had just begun Otis Redding, scram, the music stopped Guess the system blew out one of his amps It'll take a little while, then it come back on Somebody stepped on the wire and shit, that's all Now every body's back in the groove, echo chamber Check one-two, one-two, that's my favorite Strobe lights is live, pink champel Little pen joints being lit up on the side Couple niggas had two-fives, under they neck Clear the circle in the park and shoot five Girls wore they D's from Jelly's, Jordash and Lee's Cheers, lord, fit the feli's Scents is burning, Kangol buckets, BVD's Go with the Sergio's, like fuck it Seen the stamp on that Crazy Eddie, niggas coming back from the fun house Dusted, throwing bubbles on the wall, sweating [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] We must remind you, where this rap come Yes, my brother, my sister, it's our duty, we must remind you Hip hop, was set out in the park Hip hop, was set out in the park Hip hop, was set out in the park We used to do it out in the dark [Black Thought] Yo, it all started at the After Midnight Philly, but walk with me Mad niggas coming down from New York City Wally hit the skating rink, USA Banging Schooli, gangsta boogie and PSK I remember shells, gazelles, top tens and lotto's Mega designs, reefer smoke, hokey nine bottle And time on valor's, quarter boys with the lucci war Eighty-four from Atlantic City Gucci store Linoleum break dancing, rush stole in your camp I put the writing on the wall, signed, truly yours Philly smash '87 music, seminar Out in the battlefield, like, Pat Benetar Hit the bar with crowd rulers out of Camden People Patty Duking in the party all cramped in Around the time, Flav started Cold Lamping Rebel Without a Pause was the street anthem Old Memorex cassette, tape collections Bright spotlight on all the fights at the Spectrum When the fresh rest come, leather bombers and sheepskins Brothers would bust they gun to get one MC Breed, Disco C, Jazzy Jeff, Cash Money and Miz, and Lady B Everybody banging Sucker MC's in '83 I was South Philly like St. Charles and Crazy D The wild north side Puerto Ricans would snuff you Twenty deep in a Ford Escort, bumping the Tuff Crew I used to follow my cousin he was a buck two Ya'll don't like how I'm living well fuck you I've been a G since a little kid Sticking my head up in somebody dollar party getting into shit At late night should of been in bed Instead I was running round with them downtown lemon head And little man, hanging where them grown women is Under thirteen seeing real strong images And that's the reason for my real rap penmanship That's where I started at and that's where I'mma finish it, what?!? [Chorus]