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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