Lyrics
Intro:
Ayo, turn my mic up, let that beat drop,
On this city landscape where the culture don't stop.
Home of the legends, where the real heads bop,
Where every street corner's laced with hip hop.
Kicks laced up as we walk this maze,
Another cipher birthed from the old school days.
We hit the pavement, 'cause this is our craft,
Turning everyday streets into our autograph.
Verse 1:
Yo, step off the curb, catch the vibes I serve,
Rhyme kicker, slicker in the city I swerve.
Graffiti-tagged trains, boom bap reigns,
Sidewalk cyphers, spitting life's pains.
Rockin’ shell-toes, on this concrete stage,
My pen bleeds stories on a ripped-up page.
From project windows to the bodega scenes,
We hustle for the dream in these urban machines.
Chorus:
Yo, this is how we rock, from block to block,
Dropping science, De La talks the talk.
From the stoops of Brooklyn to Harlem’s lights,
We spit truth all day, jam all night.
[Verse]
Back in the day, jams packed in parks,
DJ’s cut records as the lingo sparks.
‘Yo, word?’ ‘Yeah, son,’ we keep it tight,
The city's heartbeat thumps through the night.
Bass heavy drops in the pulse of the dark,
Kids break dancing, spray cans leave marks.
Gold chains glimmer, fresh fades clean,
Life’s tough in the city but we reign supreme.
Bridge:
Flipping narratives like our kangol hats,
Decked in colors, fly girls to the max.
We’re the voice of streets, got stories to tell,
Each rhyme a lifeline, where truth dwells.
Chorus:
Yo, this is how we rock, from block to block,
Dropping science, De La talks the talk.
From the stoops of Brooklyn to Harlem’s lights,
We spit truth all day, jam all night.
Outro:
So hear these words, as they resonate,
From the corners of the Five to the Empire State.
We’re the soul of the streets, with the mics we grip,
New York, stand up, this is our trip.
