Bronx Beat Forge

From the concrete jungles where the sirens scream Loud ronks, glocks, birth the sound that flick the crowd DJ Herc on the decks, breaking beats like a storm Extending the nose jams, keeping the party warm Scratches on the vinyl, echoes in the night Pious in the scratch, turning dark into light Kids with cardboard dreams, cyphers in the alley Rhythms pulse like heartbeats, never getting rowdy Spoken fire over basslines, hit like thunder Rhymes stacked like bricks in the urban wonder Hip-hop, the voice of the streets, raw and real Rapping truths on the beat, that's the deal Samples read the past to the now, we feel DJ spins the wheel, keep it spinning, never kneel From the boombox glow to the stadium brawl Rhythmic soul forevermore Words cascade like rain on a rooftop edge Rhyming spoken word pledged, not your life's wedge Emotions pour through the mic, no filter, no cage Introspective bars turn the page on the stage Bass heavy drop, shake the foundation deep Drum machines march while the samplers creep Old school vinyl flips the digital dreams Trap echoes in the seams of these urban themes Confidence stride through the confident night Streetwise light in the fight for the right Pause the spin, let the silence breathe Then drop the needle, unleash the weave Layers of history, sampled and sliced Beats drive the vice, and payin' the price From 70s blocks to the world we claim Hip-hop's flame, eternal game Energetic float, lo-fi haze in the air Turntables whirl, catch the flair, yeah Vocals ride the wave, no chains, just the art Drunk from the start Innovation in every ball that I spit Rappin' the grip, never quit, that's the hit Over instrumental tracks that loop and they bend This is the end, nah, it's just the begin Hip-hop, the voice of the streets Raw and real, rappin' truths on the beat, that's the deal Samples weave the past to the now, we feel DJ spins the wheel, keep it spinnin', never kneel From the boombox glow to the stadium roar Rhythmic soul forevermore