It was the year Rap renegade Rakim ruled the True School with innovative, creative grammatical gems.
The previous year, Ladies Love Cool J dropped Radio Before that, we stopped on the block to witness the Planet Rock.
Let's have a moment of Silence for Scott LaRock.
We wore fat gold ropes and bangle ear rings.
We sported Gucci, Troop suits and Adidas with wide shoe strings.
Run DMC were the new Kings of Rock n Rap.
This was before the gun clap.
When we would give each other dap and say "Peace Black."
EPMD recorded Strictly Business provoking us to walk in our 'hoods tellin' each other "You gots to chill" Those times were Ill.
It was all about skills. It was all about skills. It was all about skills when it came time to Rhyme.
Slick Rick the Ruler was still in his prime.
Boom boxes flooded Ghetto streets pumping fat beats to rich oratorical speech. A medallion could leave you blind Culture then was time-less.
KRS-One and Boogie Down Productions let us know why they were Criminal Minded.
These are beloved memories.
At this very moment I can see myself and kats situated in front of the T.V. bobbin' our heads to the latest videos on YO MTV Raps.
I grinned when I first heard Paper Thin. MC Lyte's poetic delight proved women could be just as dope as men. Lyte as a rock was like a shot in the ribs when you and your man played slap box in the crib.