Muddy Pines Lament

Born in the Bronx where the concrete cracks wide Pioneers scratching records, letting the truth ride Rhythmic flow, words woven tight like a chain Spitting fire over beats that pulse through the vein DJ Herb dropping breaks, extending the jam Sampling soul from the crates, igniting the fam Rhymes hit hard, like a fist in the cypher Street poets painting pain, turning struggle to cipher Bass dumps low, drum machines kicking the lob Turntables spinning tails from the streets we survive No silver spoons, just raw hunger in the mic Building empires from the block under neon lights Hip-hop, the heartbeat of the hustle and grind Rapping truths over tracks that rewind from the boombox Echo to the stadium roar, we sample the past Drop bars evermore Beat driven dreams in a world full of noise Rhyme in spoken verb, giving voice to the boys Hip-hop eternal, scratching the soul In the rhythm we rise, making broken whole Flash to the golden age, rockin' elevate in the art KRS-One, teaching lessons straight from the heart Sample slice precise, like a surgeon's blade Swamp loops slay it in the shadows we wade Old school breaks, bumping 808s shake the floor Vocal acrobatics, metaphors pouring like war From the park jams to platinum plaques on the wall We flip the script Answering the culture's call, emotional depths In the bars that we spit, tales of the lost The fight, the infinite grip DJ cuts short, mixing memories in the mix Hip-hop's the cipher, where the phoenix gets fixed Hip-hop, the heartbeat of the hustle and grind Rapping truths over tracks that rewind from the boombox Echo to the stadium roar, we sample the past Drop bars evermore Beat driven dreams in a world full of noise Rhyme in spoken verb, giving voice to the boys Hip-hop eternal, scratching the soul In the rhythm we rise, making broken whole Bars to beat, feel the solace ignite In the space between drops, we claim our right From vinyl grooves, to digital streams Hip-hop evolves, chasing untamed dreams No chains can hold the spoken word storm We build from the break transforming the norm Now global, from Harlem to Tokyo nights Beats heavy with bass, igniting the fights Introspective flows, overload fire haze Trapping the pain in multis that amaze Urban anthems echo in the alleys and breaks And the jazzy beats of the old school days the old school days G the pulses beat the whole world in place We honor the roots the scratches the samples cheap Rapping redemption while the whole city sleeps Confidence strides on the path we pave From 70s block parties to the stages we brave This is the essence, the rhythm, the rhyme Hip-hop forever, transcending all time Hip-hop the heartbeat of the hustle and grind Rapping truths over tracks that rewind From the boombox, echo to the stadium roar We sample the past, drop bars evermore Beat driven dreams in a world full of noise I'm a spoken word giving voice to the boys Hip-hop eternal, scratching the soul In the rhythm we rise, making broken whole Yeah, hip-hop, scratch that record one more time Fade, on the beat, but the words stay prime