[Intro / Tribute]
Young Troy: Rest up — Double Grahh, Za G, names in tile and tile shine
Young Fro: We carry the cadence, subway tiles remember the signs
(Ad-libs: Woo, grrah, ayo)
[Verse 1: Young Troy]
Cold stoop sermon, third-rail static, corner light flicks like film
Relly said we soft, said we folded — look, he borrowed the hymn
Relly and his crew clap loud online, paper-thin, cameo clout
You vlog the crown, we raise the block — receipts flip, clout out
One-line cold take: “You run the BX?” — nah, you rented the mic
We pen the script on the Grand Concourse, your script's photocopied hype
Punchlines fold like subway maps, watch the ink stain their rep
We stitch the ledger with hard truths — your flex got holes, check the specs
(Ad-libs: Grrah! Woo! Skrrt!)
[Chorus: Young Fro]
BX reply — we testify, Troy and Fro, we magnify (woo)
BX reply — short and live, say the name, watch the lie die
BX reply — we occupy, stoop to crown, city certify (grrah)
BX reply — repeat and ride, Bronx born, Bronx tried
[Verse 2: Young Fro]
Tremont stoop sermons, spit triplets, syncopate the block (trip)
Concrete choir, iron bars, chain-link prayers at the stop (trip)
I lace multisyllables, knock-knock on your faux facade
You post a parade, we own the parade route, we the boulevard
Third-rail hiss, subway tiles gleam under night lights
Yankee glow on Fordham nights, we carve our names in fight lines
Voice percussive — p-p-p, consonant punches, quick-cut flows
I string internal rhymes like pearls on a wire where the cold wind blows
No violent callouts, just reputations peeled like paint
Make the hollow sound hollower — your loud mouth just a saint of faint
(Ad-libs: Ayo! Grrah! Skrrt! Woo!)
[Bridge: Young Troy & Young Fro]
Young Troy: Double Grahh, Za G — we keep the torch in a borough frame
Young Fro: Names on the tiles, respect archived — we never change the name
(Ad-libs low: Rest up — rest up)
[Verse 3: Young Troy]
Open with a cold retort — Relly said we lack the crown, boy, where'd you shop? (cold)
You got borrowed followers, rented cheers, rented prop, counterfeit top
We reply in reputation, bar for bar, block for block, ledger inked thick
Folded couplet: your flex is flimsy, your script's mimic — we sick the wick
Triplet surge — flip the cadence, flip the narrative, trip-trap the beat
Inner rhymes ricochet — snap, trap, cap — we never face retreat
Concrete visuals: curbside candles, stoop smoke, corner clock ticks
We keep the Bronx pulse pulsing — real roots, real grit, real bricks
(Ad-libs: Woo! Grrah! Ayo!)
[Chorus: Young Fro — Repeat]
BX reply — we testify, Troy and Fro, we magnify (woo)
BX reply — short and live, say the name, watch the lie die (grrah)
BX reply — we occupy, stoop to crown, city certify
BX reply — repeat and ride, Bronx born, Bronx tried
[Outro / Call & Response]
Young Troy: BX reply, we hold that sound — (Young Fro: Hold it down!)
Young Fro: Streets speak back when the truth come round — (All: Truth come round!)
Young Troy: Rest to OG
