Old School Hip Hop
Verse 1]Back in the day on the concrete blockWe grabbed a standard mic and we rocked the clockNo autotune tracks, just grit and the spitTwo turntables and a breakbeat hitFrom the parks in the Bronx to the Brooklyn streetsWe were patching up cords just to loop these beatsCardboard down, see the B-boys spinSpinning on their heads just to get that winGot the graffiti on the wall, bright neon glossPuffy down coats, matching shell-toe AdidasNo cash in the vault, just a rhyme in the mindPassing up the mic, leaving suckers behind.[Chorus]Yeah, it’s the boom, it’s the bap, keep it real on the trackWe’re bringing that old school flavor right backPut your hands in the air if you feel the vibrationHip hop culture moving the nationJust DJ, MC, graffiti, and the danceGive the rhythm a chance.[Verse 2]Now check the vocabulary, dictionary flowI’m the lyrical maestro running the showMoving the crowd from the front to the rearMicrophone fiend making everything clearYou got the fake gold chains, we got the gold-plated soulKeeping the culture alive is the ultimate goalSo turn up the radio, pump up the tapeBefore the internet age gave the music a shapeWe had the street corner ciphers, the beatbox rhythmCutting up records with precision and wisdomPeace, love, unity, having some funAnd now the track is done.
You may also like
Leave a comment
Verse 1]Back in the day on the concrete blockWe grabbed a standard mic and we rocked the clockNo autotune tracks, just grit and the spitTwo turntables and a breakbeat hitFrom the parks in the Bronx to the Brooklyn streetsWe were patching up cords just to loop these beatsCardboard down, see the B-boys spinSpinning on their heads just to get that winGot the graffiti on the wall, bright neon glossPuffy down coats, matching shell-toe AdidasNo cash in the vault, just a rhyme in the mindPassing up the mic, leaving suckers behind.[Chorus]Yeah, it’s the boom, it’s the bap, keep it real on the trackWe’re bringing that old school flavor right backPut your hands in the air if you feel the vibrationHip hop culture moving the nationJust DJ, MC, graffiti, and the danceGive the rhythm a chance.[Verse 2]Now check the vocabulary, dictionary flowI’m the lyrical maestro running the showMoving the crowd from the front to the rearMicrophone fiend making everything clearYou got the fake gold chains, we got the gold-plated soulKeeping the culture alive is the ultimate goalSo turn up the radio, pump up the tapeBefore the internet age gave the music a shapeWe had the street corner ciphers, the beatbox rhythmCutting up records with precision and wisdomPeace, love, unity, having some funAnd now the track is done.
Yoo fam? Sorry for the random approach rn I got question for you🫶🏾🙏🏿 Dm me ❤️
SICK 👻 WOW ⚡ TOO HOT 🚒 Bars: Dope 🔥 Delivery: Dope 🔥 Impression: Dope 🔥
Respect 🤜🤛 Bars: Perfect 💯 Delivery: Perfect 💯 Impression: Perfect 💯