Hip hop poetry and jazz and fused together as Kamal Supreme breaks down how him and his posse use to have fun and rep their set back in the days. This is the fresh throwback song to the hot new throwback movie 'Up In The Attic' coming this summer. h

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I wanted to create something that would go perfectly with my movie "Up InThe Attic". http://www.myspace.com/upintheatticmovie

We had our ways but those where the days
Up In The Attic

I mean most of my brothers came to the suburbs from the inner city and one day I realized that most of us were being raised by single mothers. I mean if our fathers were around, they were either rolling stones or abusive. I think it?s a legacy from slavery. Today they call it post traumatic slavery syndrome
But anyway, what I?m tryna say is that our experimenting with 40 ounces, Liquors, weed, seis, the tystik the wetty wet, the buddah bless the snow white, may have not been right, but with no elders around to tell us why we should put it down
It became a sort a rites of passage for us
to experiement with high explosives.
An then the supreme lessons came, and we would never again be the same,
We started studying hard, anaylizing revolutionary art and changing our names
To names like Daquan, Asiatic, shabbazz, Jamel, Jamal, I-Self, Scientific and Saladine nah mean?
We became real popular on the streets, in the schools and on the club scene.
We could rap, shoot the gift, dress and spit and we became the flyguys all the flygirls wanted to get with.
We?d shut other crews down when we?d battle or have static
We were street astrologers droppin supreme mathematics
Castin spells like black magic
If we weren?t maintainin and elevating we was on the run having mad fun while knowing that life could be tragic.
Our crew was called the black asiatics
And our hang out was the infamous attic
We had our ways but those where the days
Up In The Attic
We ran from Atlantic City to Asbury Park to Coney Island
Frontin in our rides funky fresh stylin
Keeping all the fly girls smiling
Word on the streets is that we were number 1 and we only just begun
Making people revolve around us like planets cause we were the sun
My memories are never ending
I, never can say goodbye
Cause Allah gave us wings and we was fly
Cause we realized that?.we could fly.
Just by activating our first eye
Pineal gland
We would build and expand
We?d strive
To keep the mind over the matter
And power coinciding with refinement
As we fused the cultures of hip hop and the magnificent 5%
I?ll never forget
The great times we had
Up in the attic!
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