Tape Deck Tales

Yeah,

check it, one two Brooklyn to the world,

keeping it true

(uh-huh) {scratching, vinyl crackle,

boom-bap beat enters} Streetlights flicker on the concrete scene Running through the

blocks where the cash is king

Every corner got a story untold Writing down my truth as the

nights turn cold We was dreaming of the stage while we walked

the floor Now we kicking down the hinges of the heavy door

(yeah, listen up)

{rhythmic double-time vocal flow,

steady boom-bap groove} This is how we rock it on the daily

grind

Leaving all the static and the stress behind (that's right) We hold

the mic like a crown in the dust In this golden era

we trust {scratched hook,

horn hits, heavy bass drop} Pen to the pad,

making ink-wells bleed Planting every bar like a golden seed We don't

chase the trend, we just ride the wave Keeping it authentic from

the cradle to the grave (uh-huh) With the system pumping in the

old school ride Feel the heavy rhythm taking over inside

{classic laid-back flow, jazz

guitar loop} This is how we rock it on the daily grind

Leaving all the static and the stress behind (that's right) We hold

the mic like a crown in the dust In this golden era

we trust

{scratched hook, horn hits,

heavy bass drop}

Yeah, we out

Keeping it classic, ninety-four style (peace)

{groove gradually filters out,

vinyl runout groove static}