After reading this article and remembering that I had this bookmarked, I couldn't help but reminisce over lacing up the leather Bally boots and the fresh smell of leather from an Aberdeen bomber while looking for my black YSL frames for a night out of bagging chicks on 42nd St in Manhattan. Good times.
RIP Bobby Robinson. Enjoy the beats...
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are u kiddin me?!? this is one of my favorite examples when these "backpackers" (and i wouldnt call em that...we wore knappys full of illegal shit. it was hood uniform and Lo Life essential) get it fucked up. they like to talk about how the early days was peace n love and thats what hip hop started as. man, after the battle up in Fab 5 Freddy spot in 'Wild Style', the got some bitches and jumped in a LIMO. it was street art. with a whole lot more style....
"i said no, no baby, i only got time, to make a lot of money and to say my rhymes"...
i couldnta said it better myself....
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