Boom Bap Chronicles

Yeah

Check the needles on the record player

Let's take it back to the beginning

We used to kick it on the corner till the streetlights glowed

Writing down the rhymes inside a dusty notebook fold No digital distractions

just the rhythm and the rhyme Rocking hand-me-down jackets staying frozen in

time With a boombox pumping out the local FM dial Every heavy

bass drum made the whole crew smile

And we knew we had the magic Spinning records in the attic

Keep it classic, keep it clean You know exactly what I mean

Take it back to the old days,

back to the start When the music was a movement

straight from the heart Yeah,

we keep it spinning round To the classic vintage sound Back to

the old days, back to the start

We never let it fall apart

No fancy studio, we recorded in the basement Finding every breakbeat,

there was never a replacement Cardboard on the concrete,

spinning on your head Remembering the stories that our older brothers said

We preserved the culture,

kept the spirit alive Using analog tape just to help us survive

Break it down

now Just the drums and the bass (ooh) (ah!)

Let it breathe

Take it back to the old days,

back to the start When the music was a movement straight from

the heart Yeah, we keep it spinning round To the classic vintage

sound Back to the old days,

back to the start We never let it fall apart

Yeah, keeping it classic

Peace to the pioneers

Signing off