Ursula Rucker Church Party Lyrics

THEY ALL STAND IN A BUFFALO STANCE
B-BOY POSIN’
SKIN AND STYLE PRESSED UP AGAINST CHURCH HALL
WALL
3-D GRAFFITI HIT
SOMEBODY SAY, “EXOTIC! EXOTIC!”
CHURCH PARTY SCRATCH AND SNIFF
SEND ADOLESCENT SENSES INTO A FRENZY
TOUCH, TERRY CLOTH KANGOLS IN CRAYOLA COLORS
SMELL, DOUBLEMINT AND JUICY FRUIT ON B-BOY
BREATH
SEE, GOLD FRONTS FLASHING FROM WAY ACROSS THE
ROOM AND
DISCO BALL SPINNING IN THE WINDOW PAYNE OF HIS
CAZALS
HEAR, COOL-AS-SHIT LINES LIKE: “SMALL IN THE WAIST, PRETTY IN THE FACE”, RECITED WEEKLY OVER
THE FLYEST HIP-HOP TRACKS
FEEL, A GRAB ON THE ARM, BUT NOTHING SAID, JUST
A BOX-CUT NOD
GET B-GIRL’S GLORIA VANDERBILTS ALL WET
LIGHTS COME UP
FRESH PERM NEARLY SWEATED OUT, STILL GETTING’
CRACKED-ON
WHEN HIP -HOP WAS FUNKY
WHEN HIP-HOP WAS FRESH
WILD STYLE
YO, REDS CAN I GO WIT YOU?
WHEN HIP-HOP WAS LIFE
WHEN HIP-HOP WAS LIFE
WHEN HIP-HOP
WAS LIFE