Letra Hursty Bias B

Hursty

Hurstbridge.

This album is dedicated
To all the crews who said that I'd 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'

It's 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
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
Don't 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 don't know,
Represent hurtsy,
Burra to Eltham.

I'd 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, I'm 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.
? markers, 30mm fat,
Hang out of Hitachi, bomb, do panels at the back.
At the paint store, browsing.
Wait for the right moment,
??
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 ??, and gave 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]