word...back then it was our own binary audio code..unbreakable by people who listened for normal english...ahhh ciphers the circles where street spitting legends cut their teeth & i was one of them...
I remember back in the days before ANY rap records were done, we use to bang on the elevator door, or the mail boxes, and everyone would take turns spittin freestyles straight off the dome...talkin bout cho momma, drunk daddy or your roach motel home, your cheap rejects on your feet, because pro keds you aint own, and those two cups, hooked up with string, because you aint got no phone....See what i mean...off the top of the dome!!...freak that shit Fiya and tell the truth..