[Intro] [DJ quick-cutting, crowd chanting faintly] Backspins Bicycle spokes Backpacks, boom boxes Let’s go [Verse 1] "Big T": High-tops laced, shirt so loud Colors so bright, stand out in a crowd Mama said “clash,” I said “fresh, that’s style” Walkman on blast, I’d be gone for a mile MTV glow through the living room haze Yo MTV raps, taped off for days Posters on the wall, every inch taped tight Pretendin’ that my comb was a mic all night (hey!) Quarters in a cup, ride out to the store Arcade lights hittin’ like a four on the floor “Winner stays on,” hands chalked in sweat Name on the high score, best day yet [Chorus] We was livin’ in the eighties (eighties!) Bright fits, little bit crazy (crazy!) Outside till the streetlights flicked No phones, just bikes and tricks We was livin’ in the eighties (eighties!) Big hair, 4 channels on the TV (TV!) Whole world on a razor edge Still we spun on the cardboard, danced on the ledge [Verse 2] "Ice Pop": Jordan's in the air, Mike Tyson is the champ Toyotal Corolla with a Fosgate amp Jeans all ripped from the backspins, kid Sneakers got scuffed from the sixth-floor skids Tag on the wall said “Where's the beef?" Neon red pants, underoos underneath Parents at work till the daylight gone We learned right and wrong on our own front lawn Summer so long it would melt your watch Neighborhood DJ with the milk-crate box When that scratch hit, crowd all froze Then the beat dropped back, everybody on toes [Chorus] We was livin’ in the eighties (eighties!) Bright fits, little bit crazy (crazy!) Outside till the streetlights flicked No phones, just bikes and tricks We was livin’ in the eighties (eighties!) Big hair, channels on the TV (TV!) Whole world on a razor edge Still we spun on the cardboard, danced on the ledge [Verse 3] "Lil J": TV talkin’ ‘bout the world might blow Maps on the screen with the arrows in a row Sirens on Wednesdays, practice drills Kids just shrugged, rode down those hills Air got tense when the grown folks spoke Jokes got quiet in the secondhand smoke But we still sprayed hair till it scraped the sky Still learned to pop-lock, still learned to fly (oh!) Cold war shadows on a hot July But the streetlamp hum said “you’ll get by” We tuned that fear like a dial at night Turned it down low, turned the fun up bright [Chorus] We was livin’ in the eighties (eighties!) Bright fits, little bit crazy (crazy!) Outside till the streetlights flicked No phones, just bikes and tricks We was livin’ in the eighties (eighties!) Big hair, channels on the TV (TV!) Whole world on a razor edge Still we spun on the cardboard, danced on the ledge [Outro] [DJ cutting up “eighties… eighties…]
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