Today’s the day, but may I may, take it right back to the days of way when we use to just call for our mates to go (so let me take it back to the old days)

I was born in NG7 it wasn’t heaven I mean the pre-teen scenes riots on the green of Hyson was fighting like Tyson with lightening its frightening, but I can’t explain that now so let me lighten up the mood a little. I mean how we usta tittle tattle, I mean way before MC battles. We use to cuss each other I’m talking mother jokes that was all and if you stalled you would just say your mums got balls. It kinda worked for everything, we would drop it in now and then and if you had a fight you would still walk home as friends. Forget spliffs cigarettes were hard core remember my first bike second hand of course. A red chopper handle grips made of hose, riding round shouting abuse at the pros. It wasn’t about shows, flows and those phat beats it was all about playdoh and your next bag of sweet.

I remember Kiddy skanks as a child like a hyena on laughing gas we use to giggle all the while, running wild in the streets playing dobby off ground or making go cart’s from the wheels that we found or on Southey street playing kick can lurgy, when it was quiet we’d grab a ball and play some kurby. I know you heard me I know you can relate to this, ear what 22’s meant I’d tell you straight with this. Good was bad if it was great it was bay din. Gal were skiff, if you were checking you were dating. You caught a gal’s number you’ have to wait by the phone, like you were a prisoner of love up in your own home. And if you’d nt to meet her you couldn’t be later you couldn’t miser, you couldn’t hit her up on Twitter. The last line am a say with a grin when you were finished with her you’d get your mates to pack her in.

We played I dare double dare true love kiss command or promise, so I grab the Mic and pay homage to the days of way back the toys we use to have , my speak , Simon says and my Big track, we’d act like big daps, but in reality we were little chaps, chapping up the knees of them big G’s. Looking up to elders paying respect though, if you were renk and mouthed off you would catch and elbow. We stepped to town to check skiff, but I was too young too shy to even catch a whiff. We didn’t blaze but we would run up in C&A tryna teef your ski googles and hat for a Saturday. I never forget my cellopetes, yellow sky ways for my BMX, Adidas kicks for crepes, although my Bauer turbos were my favs skating on the pave all day all day all day so.