The Roxy (feat. Emskee)

New York City back when it was gritty and un-pretty

Without a pity birthed a culture

Different from the John Travolta older scene

Was-a-dream of livin’ together and much better

A wave of a new, type of boogaloo dance came to reign

Then it all got strained through a strange entertainment

That came outta the pain to relax and maintain

(1978) (or was it ‘82)

Everybody went to the spot with sure shots of the hip hop era vibe and livin

Right next to the train pass and kinda hidden

West 18th NYC the Royx

Roll with the crew deep and keep a level a cocky

Where a lot of for real took place

Where many pioneers of culture

Gave s the first taste

Pop to hip hop funk to punk rockin electro dance would advance with street fans

Ya come in the spot to watch an unknown hot

But not knowing that the showing ya see

Is part of his-story

A who’s who of the true and amazing like a foreign invasion of no limitations

Nobody kept track of the wack

In fact, they got attacked-and-laid back for thAt

In the time of the crack and danger

Long and strong remainders were the muscle to make moves and change the rules

Dance or rap or sing bringin the noise without a fear of the elements givin’ joy

Legendary sayin’ the least words i

Reverence, me and my DJ here are both evidence

Gotta give it up to The Roxy for the part it played

And the ground it laid down that got around

It finally came to endin’ the run ‘07

But here in the present we still biggin’ the legend

Memory lane is in-sane with all the history

Like it’s meant to be for the centuries in the future

The roller rink where they captured the beat street scenes

And Cher, Madonna and other back in their pre-teens

Back in the days of the shell shoes and Lee Jeans

Back in the days of the Ho strolls and street fiends

Just anybody couldn’t get on then

And it wasn’t a priority to make a new friend

Showin to prove you move and make and (fresh)

The Best of anyone and get a lot upset

Trailblazing the amazing for love before the money

But watching for the crooked who play you for a dummy

Rest in peace and thanks to the Roxy

For bringin what you brought to New York and world copied

(Hands in the air guarantee to swear if you learned about it

or actually there

that you carry it on until the break a dawn crazy

remember The Roxy Baby

The R, the 0, the X, the Y

You can’t deny the legendary that we keep for life

If you’re down for the culture and ya feel the scene, me and Boca 45 need to hear you scream