BIAS B - HURSTY (Lyrics) video free download

Hurstbridge.

This album is dedicated

To all the crews who said that Id never amount to nothing

To all the people who live next the train yard in Macleod and Eltham

Who called the police on me when I was just trying to paint a panel

To feed my ego

And all the writers out on hursty line,

Go on sprayin

Its all good out in Hursty

It was all a dream

I used to be amazed by the hip hop scene

AKA and DMA up in Hype Magazine

Graff photos on the wall

Every Saturday stepping to the AM Cruzy taking calls

I let my tape rock while waiting for pot

Smoke weed in al frescos

Chilling round the local shops

Way back, when I always seem to have a marker dacked

And the trains are trashed

Remember USA crew, and Jolimont yards

I never thought Melbourne crews could leave the trains so scarred

Wanna get my tag right, bag packed tight

Whipping out my spray, get up on the subway

Transit pressure, strip search

Dont let it stress ya

Check ya backpack, hoping that they can arrest ya

MD, ?? , JME,

Watsonia, Heidelberg to Montmorency

Writers getting up but they knew they should

Paintin trains, same city, same hood

Was all good.

And if you dont know,

Represent hurtsy,

Burra to Eltham.

Id made the change from doing graf on streets,

To up in PBS busting raps over beats,

It was far from sweet.

I smoked bongs with my mates all day,

The bong breath kept the girls away.

What these rappers used to say got me shitty,

So I got busy.

Now they wanna backstab and diss me.

I always knew it could happen, this rapping stuff.

I got busted twice for graf and racking stuff.

And its funny how we both spent those days being the most

From 87, 88 that shit was dope

Whole cars, Im dreaming. Train yards, I creep.

Bags full of paint stashed inside a train seat.

Racking all the fresh gear,

Getting new clothes everyday of every year,

A young kid.

Acting cool after school being a fool.

Catching blue trains on Hursty line,

Pieced by peasant jewel

Getting hyper, a teenage graf writer, misunderstood.

Greensborough neighbourhood.

[Chorus]

No ticket inspectors, or cameras on the fence,

From the age of 13, with a marker represent.

20mm super flow pen, or the posca,

Got 2 empty middle cars, about to bomb yah.

Tempra markers, 30mm fat,

Hang out of Hitachi, bomb, do panels at the back.

At the paint store, browsing.

Wait for the right moment,

Dack 3 cans and im bouncin

Thinking back on all the good paint racks,

Getting chased by the jacks,

Along the train tracks.

Doing graf was like a sport, of course

No smile on my face the day I walked into court.

Transit force, used to bust and raid us

$1000 fines that we payed up

In those days, when the smoke blazed

Never want to get a can of paint and go spray

Damn right, I like the life I live,

Growing up on the line known as Hurstbridge.

[Chrous]