VERSE 1:
In the city lights, under the moon so bright,
Jazz moods play, boom bap every night.
Dusty needles spin, jazz loops begin,
Melodies of the past, where we've been.
CHORUS:
Soulful streets, vinyl beats,
Golden horns, heavy kicks in the sheets,
Smooth turntables, nostalgic flows,
This is how the old school grows.
VERSE 2:
Back in the day, we used to bounce,
To the rhythm of the soul, ounce for ounce.
Broken pavement, freestyle sound,
In the vinyl jungle, we were found.
CHORUS:
Soulful streets, vinyl beats,
Warm jazz on cold concrete,
Lo-Fi cipher sessions, timeless rhymes,
This is how we remember the times.
BRIDGE:
In the echoes of the alley, we find our rest,
Boom bap after midnight, we feel the best.
Last train home, freestyle dreams,
Fading out to the golden themes.
CHORUS:
Soulful streets, vinyl beats,
Old souls, new beats on repeat,
Concrete jungle memories, soul-jazz chill,
This is how we keep it real.
OUTRO:
So here's to the golden era of hip-hop,
May the rhythm of the streets never stop.
Soulful vibes, lo-fi textures,
This is our love letter, to the nexters.
