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[Verse 1] Step to the line when the baseline drops Heavy rotation from the underground shops Got the crate-digging rhythm and the dusty-bin sound While the heavyweights walking on the solidest ground No gimmicks in the pocket, just the rawest appeal From the steel of the turntable to the way that we feel See the city lights shifting through the midnight haze We've been writing our own rules for a couple of days [Chorus] Bring the boom, bring the bass, let the rhythm take hold In a world full of silver, keep the genuine gold From the block to the booth, it's the unfiltered truth With the pulse of the city and the fire of youth Yeah, we keep it right here, never fading away In the heart of the rhythm where the true players stay [Verse 2] Got the swing in the pocket and the kick on the four Every bar that I'm dropping leaves them wanting some more No auto-tune polish, just the breathing and sweat Leaving marks on the track that you never forget From the concrete foundation to the top of the roof Every syllable spoken is the undeniable proof We the architects building on a timeless beat With the rhythm of the pavement underneath our feet [Chorus] Bring the boom, bring the bass, let the rhythm take hold In a world full of silver, keep the genuine gold From the block to the booth, it's the unfiltered truth With the pulse of the city and the fire of youth Yeah, we keep it right here, never fading away In the heart of the rhythm where the true players stay [Outro] Just let the drums breathe... Yeah, back to the essence. Boom-bap forever. [Fade Out]
