Jukebox Feverstorm

Born in the Bronx where the concrete cracks Rhythms echo like heartbeats in the blacks Rhymes weave through the night, dodging the traps Beat drops, heavy bassline shakes the soul Drum machines pounding, taking full control DJ scratches vinyl, make it old school Roll parties to global stages, we rise Voices of the voiceless, cutting through the lies Emotional currents in every bar I devise Hip-hop's the mirror, reflection our lives This is hip-hop, rip it, post in the vein Rhyme and smoke and thunder breaking every chain Overbeats that drive us through the joy and pain Stepping echoes of the past, we claim our reign Turntables spinning tales from yesterday's grind Face hits deep, leads the world behind With the poets of the street, one of a kind Hip-hop forever, etched in the mind Etched in the mind Etched in the mind Introspective flows, peeling back the layers Streetlights, we're on the road Streetwise confessions, conquered in the fears Energetic vibes, traps, snares snapping Old school cheers, lo-fi haze over digital dreams we chase Urban anthems rising from the city's face Vocals laying thick in the sacred space From 1970s seeds to the endless race Emotional roar, like a lover's goodbye Yet we rise, phoenix style, touching the sky DJ techniques, wizardry, making crowds fly Beat driven, heartbeat, under neon lights This is hip-hop, rip it, post in the vein Rhyme and smoke and thunder breaking every chain Overbeats that drive us, through the joy and pain Semple echoes of the past, reclaim our reign Turntables spinning tales from yesterday's grind Face hits deep, leads the world behind We're the poets of the street, one of a kind Hip-hop forever, etched in the mind Pause for the breath, feel the silence break Then the sample drops, falls awake From samplers, whispers to the stage we take This genre's our blood, no room for fake Into gaze, into the mirror's truth Confidence strides in eternal youth An edifier burning since our youth Hip-hop's the groove, we're on the road The uncut proof We ride the waves of eighty to one and ten Tempo's call, rhymes interlocking like a victory wall Spoken words, symphonies, standing tall Over instrumental tracks that enthrall Bass heavy bombs exploding in the chest Turntables and drums, putting fears to rest From USA streets to the worldwide quest Hip-hop's emotion, and every breath confessed Poetic justice in the bars we craft Jaw dropping journeys on the sonic path Legacy building, no looking back This is our story, this is our story Forever intact This is Hip-Hop Ripping pulse in the vein Rhyme and smoke and thunder breaking every chain Over beats that drive us, through the joy and pain Sampling echoes of the past, reclaim our reign Turntables spinning tales from yesterday's grind Bass hits beat, leaves the world behind We're the poet, etched in the pecan