Phantom Flows

Born in the concrete jungle where the sirens scream loud Bronze blocks birthed a sound that shook the crowd Pioneers scratching vinyl, turntables spinning fire DJ Kool Herc dropping breaks, lifting us higher Rhythms pulse like heartbeats in the dead of night Rhymes cut sharp and switch blades, claiming our right From park jams to worldwide stages, we own the flow Based up in deep sampling souls from long ago Hip-hop, the voice of the streets Roaring unchained, rapping truths over beats that forever remain Scratch the record, flip the script, feel the energy rise In every bar, every drop, our spirit never dies Hip-hop, echo through the ages, bold and alive From the cypher to the cypher, we thrive, we survive Spoken word warriors, painting pictures with slang Multisyllabic schemes, leaving critics in a bang Drum machines banging 808, shaking the ground Sampling funk and soul, turning history around Emotional waves crash From pain to pure pride Introspective tales of struggle, no place to hide Streetwise, swagger, confidence stride in the game Manetic fire burning at your name in flame Hip-hop, the voice of the streets Roaring unchained, rapping truths over beats that forever remain Scratch the record, flip the script, feel the energy rise In every bar, every drop, our spirit never dies Hip-hop, echo through the ages, bold and alive From the cypher to the cypher, we thrive, we survive Pause the loop, rewind the tape, feel the roots dig deep From 70s block parties to digital beats We keep lo-fi haze, urban pulse Trap snares, snappin' tight Vocals lay it like graffiti on the wall at night It's more than sound, it's rebellion, it's release Age, genre that heals, brings the broke and the peace Old school, echoes in new wave Evolution's call, trap kings and but the core never falls Turntables twist, fake, samples steal the spark Beat driven, anthems light up the endless dark Confident kings and queens, spittin' gold from the call Introspect is rising, but the chord never falls Turntables twist, fake, steal the spark Beat driven, anthem light up the endless dark Confident kings and queens, spittin' gold from the call Introspect is rising, but the chord never falls Turntables twist, fake, samples steal the spark Beat driven, anthem light up the endless dark Confident kings and queens, spittin' gold from the call Introspect is rising, but the chord never falls Introspect is rising, but the chord never falls Introspect is rising, but the chord never falls Hip-Hop's legacy, a rhythm that binds us all From USA Streets to the world, we stand tall Hip-Hop Hip-Hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop.