[Intro]
Yo, check the mic, it’s live, we vibin’ in the cipher,
Boom bap soul with a spark for the new era fighters.
Kick it old school, but the flavor’s next-gen,
Grab the pen, let the ink spill, let’s begin.
[Verse 1]
I’m paintin’ pictures with the rhythm, call it verbal graffiti,
City streets my canvas, concrete dreams lookin’ gritty.
Got the 808 kick, snares clap like thunder,
Pen’s a grenade, pull the pin, watch the world wonder.
I’m dodgin’ traps, movin’ swift like a subway train,
Rhymes sharper than the blade that’s tucked in my chain.
From the corner cyphers to the stage with the lights,
I’m spittin’ truth for the youth who ignite in the night.
Ayo, the beat’s my pulse, the mic’s my confession,
Every bar’s a revolution, every rhyme’s a lesson.
[Chorus]
We keep it movin’, never losin’ the groove,
Boom bap roots with a futuristic move.
From the crates to the stage, we blaze that fire,
Old school heart, new school soul, take it higher!
[Verse 2]
I’m flippin’ flows like a B-boy spinnin’ on linoleum,
Mind’s a museum, every rhyme’s a rare podium.
Got the crowd bouncin’, hands high like antennas,
Bars hit harder than the fists of old vendettas.
I’m scribblin’ scriptures, hieroglyphs in the booth,
Each verse a time capsule, preservin’ the truth.
From the Walkman days to the streams on your phone,
I’m carvin’ my name in the game like it’s etched in stone.
Switch the cadence, let it glide like a skater,
Rhyme schemes tighter than the laces on my gators.
[Interlude]
Ayo, hold up, let the beat breathe for a sec,
This that raw, uncut, straight-to-the-neck.
From the boroughs to the ‘burbs, we connect,
Boom bap forever, show respect!
[Verse 3]
I’m dodgin’ shadows in the jungle of the industry,
Snakes in the grass, but my vision’s infinity.
Pen’s my Excalibur, slicin’ through the fake,
Every bar’s a brick to build a legacy that won’t break.
I’m spittin’ for the kids with the dreams in their eyes,
For the hustlers flippin’ hope to survive in the skies.
Got the rhythm of the streets, pulse of the future,
Mix the MPC with the heart of a sutra.
Ayo, my flow’s a river, deep and untamed,
Carvin’ through the earth, leavin’ valleys in my name.
[Chorus]
We keep it movin’, never losin’ the groove,
Boom bap roots with a futuristic move.
From the crates to the stage, we blaze that fire,
Old school heart, new school soul, take it higher!
[Verse 4]
I’m architectin’ anthems, blueprints in my notepad,
Every line’s a spark, ignitin’ what the world had.
From the boombox blarin’ to the AirPods bumpin’,
Keep the culture alive, keep the cypher jumpin’.
I’m spittin’ coded messages for the heads who decode,
Bars heavy like the weight of the dreams that we hold.
Got the spirit of Rakim, the hunger of Cole,
Blend the past and the present to awaken your soul.
Switch the rhyme scheme, let it twist like a spiral,
Every verse a classic, goin’ viral.
[Bridge]
This for the crate diggers, the poets, the scribes,
For the late-night writers chasin’ vibes.
This for the rebels with the paint on their hands,
For the dreamers buildin’ castles in the sand.
[Verse 5]
I’m closin’ out the track with a sermon for the masses,
Turn the volume up, let it shatter your glasses.
I’m a griot with a mic, storyteller supreme,
Weavin’ legacies together like a seam in a dream.
From the stoops of the Bronx to the global stage,
I’m flippin’ every bar like I’m turnin’ a page.
Got the soul of the ‘90s, the spark of today,
Every rhyme’s a revolution in the words that I say.
Ayo, the beat’s my canvas, the mic’s my brush,
Paintin’ for the future with a boom bap rush.
[Outro]
Yo, that’s the sound of the soul, the heart, the grind,
Boom bap forever, etched in every line.
From the old to the new, we keep it alive,
Sign my name on the track, peace, I’m out, survive.