Текст песни
[Verse 1] Concrete pavement, static on the wire Walking through the borough with the cold fire No autotune, just a hand on the mic Crafting every line for the city at night Got the eighty-nine tempo running deep in the vein Thump in the ribcage, echoing the pain Ivory stabs cutting right through the haze Old soul rhyming through a modern-day phase [Chorus] This is the rhythm from the ground to the sky Heavy on the drums, let the chorus go high No trap, no drill, just the authentic sound Early two-thousands when the giants held the crown Yeah, this is the rhythm, turn it up in the street Felt in the chest when the bass meets the beat [Verse 2] Rhythmic precision, intricate flow Smooth bass gliding on the lower end low Snare popping tight, kick knocking the frame Polished in the mix, never playing for fame Layered up melodies, golden era frame Every single bar is a mark on the game Corner store light fading out to the dawn Keep the tradition moving on and on [Chorus] This is the rhythm from the ground to the sky Heavy on the drums, let the chorus go high No trap, no drill, just the authentic sound Early two-thousands when the giants held the crown Yeah, this is the rhythm, turn it up in the street Felt in the chest when the bass meets the beat [Outro] Keep it raw, keep it real Just the classic feel Vinyl crackle fades out... Yeah.
