BIAS B - HURSTY (Lyrics)

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]