Dusty vinyl spins, boom, bap, beats.
On the corner where the lights ***,
echoes of dreams, life on the rim.
Beats hit hard, snares snap back,
life painted in sound, no lack.
Bass deep, rhythms tight, narrate the streets.
Day to night,
canvas of concrete under city lights.
Stories unfold, urban heights.
Boom to the bap,
rhythm and the rap,
words weave through,
no gap.
In the heart of the city where dreams tap,
instrumental stories map the gap.
Boom to the bap,
rhythm and the rap,
words weave through,
no gap.
In the heart of the city where dreams tap,
instrumental stories map the gap.
Spray paint slow,
graffiti walls,
baselines groove,
night calls.
Rhythms rise,
tales told in scrolls,
each beat drops,
story unfolds.
Under the moon,
shadows dance,
in every beat,
a new chance.
Life's tales,
step by step,
in the groove,
secrets kept.
In the groove,
secrets kept.
Boom to the bap,
rhythm and the rap,
words weave through,
no gap.
In the heart of the city where dreams tap,
instrumental stories map the gap.
Boom to the bap,
rhythm and the rap,
words weave through,
no gap.
In the heart of the city where dreams tap,
instrumental stories map the gap.
From the slowly begins,
silence spins.
Let the rhythm win,
stories win.
Quick flash,
city's pulse,
in the flow we're engrossed.
Echoes of the past, beats boast,
in the rhythm, we coast.
Nights embrace,
days chase.
In every line,
a different pace through the static,
clarity found.
Boom bap, heart, profound sound.
Sidewalks whisper, footsteps echo.
In the beat, life's fresco.
Tales of the hustle, struggle and success,
each bar a confession, nonetheless.
Rhythm in the heart,
beat in the soul,
music's embrace,
making us whole through the lens of the streets we peer.
In every note, a story dear.
Boom to the bap,
rhythm and the rap,
words weave through,
no gap.
In the heart of the city where dreams tap,
instrumental stories map the gap.
Boom to the bap,
rhythm and the rap,
words weave through,
no gap.
In the heart of the city where dreams tap,
instrumental stories map the gap.