SKATE RAP PURO,,,,,Now I first started skating back in 1986 And I still can't land a mother fucking kick flip.
[I won't deny it, I'm a straight rider, you don't wanna fuck with me]
All you ladies out there, c'mon
At the clubs whatever, don't front
You know you like them riders
[Show your love]
Now I heard that heaven is a half pipe
Well that's only half right
You don't have to skate vert to find
Your heaven on this earth
You can skate a parking lot and see it all for what its worth
Heel flip 12 stairs and still receive your share
Hardware to the wood, no risers at all
On the low life skater for the bleepers involved
Now they got platinum chains to match they brains
Understand I'm not hating I'm just saying that it's strange that
Hosoi's locked up, Tony Hawks got a game
Even though everything has changed I still love it the same.
16 years later still doing my thing
This goes out to all my riders' who don't gang bang.
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It used to be so fun we run from cops at the spots
Making magic, wreaking havoc at your local parking lots
Now let's ride.
For them 15 stair nose slides
Let's ride
For them homies pulling airs backside
Let's ride
Old School Dog town Bertslide
Let's ride
Every time we bailed we got back up and tried.
Now I first started skating back in 1986
And I still can't land a mother fucking kick flip.
I just like to ride, kick turn, carve the bowl.
And my most impressive flatland trick, ollie the road.
Though I'm not out of control
It's good for my soul to go out and test my limits
No coach, no scrimmage.
One the few sports in life that promotes independence
So this is my ode to everyone who rode
Two trucks and four wheels
Those who ride everyday to develop more skills
It's urethane and pain
Seven plies of wood grain
Do the same trick for weeks
Til it drives you insane
But when you land that trick
It's spiritual bliss
When the bottom meets the asphalt
It took them weeks, you were workin your ass off
It's not about a girl, or some props for your boys
You do it for yourself and that sense of inner joy
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Now you can ride for fun, flow, am or pro
It's like underground rap
It's not about that dough
Although it is nice to make loot at what you love
Said by me and James Craig talking life over grub or
Me and G-Mo's hosted outside the club
If they won't let you wear your skate shoes
Then fuck them scrubs
Look I don't play ball or organized sports
Catch me at the skate park
In some border type shorts
It's a quarter pipe sport
S-K-A-T-E is sorta like H-O-R-S-E
And we don't fear pain
It's the daughter life source
And we could make our own fun
We don't gotta find a court
It's as plain as this, we could skate a drainage ditch
Ride with the homies, pull the insanest shit
That'll never get filmed, but still it makes you feel
Like a hundred-thousand dollars
When you hear your boys holler
This is dedicated to my skate boy scholars
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Now on a real note
We'll take a moment to say rest in peace
to all your favorite skate spots
Like EMB, Love Park
Moment of silence
Rest in peace Keenan Milton, keep ridin'.
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