1979 Hilltop Hoods

[Intro: Suffa]
Know what I'm saying, in nineteen-seventy-nine
I was a two-year-old kid from Adelaide
I wasn't a fourteen-year-old kid from the Bronx
It seems to me that in nineteen-ninety-nine
Hip-hop's a business, in nineteen-seventy-nine it's culture
And I miss it

[Verse 1: Suffa]
You're so fake, it's plain to see who you truly are
Looking less like a b-boy, more like a movie star
Forget the funk and go hook up those disco breaks
Sit down punk and take a look at what you make
It's not hip-hop, it's something more sad, sick and seedy
What's popping that Gucci got to do with graffiti?
And your R&B dance-steps, what about finger-popping
B-boy electric shocking, windmills, body rocking?
So body-body rock, body-body rock, I take it back
Break your back, realise b-boys aren't faking that
Funk that you've forgotten hoe, how could you have gotten so
Far gone that you could never stop and go
Back to the roots, nineteen-seventy-nine
Birth place of the scratch, birth place of the rhyme
Feel it in your spine like your first taste of wine
We'll make it back; it'll just take some time