Lyrics
We in the 90s, boom bap's the sound,
Heavy beats, rap's the crown.
Voices from the streets, stories so real,
Boom bap's got us, truth we feel.
Walkin' down the streets, with my boombox in hand,
Nas in my ears, Illmatic's the plan.
Basses thumpin', soul samples in the mix,
Every rhyme a hit, every beat a fix.
We in Brooklyn, graffiti on the walls,
Hip hop in our minds, no dark thoughts at all.
Biggie spittin' stories, hard life in the hood,
Every verse a masterpiece, every rhyme understood.
Afternoons at the park, breakin' on the pavement,
DJ on the decks, scratchin' pure amazement.
Boom bap's life, a universal code,
90s time, a special mode.
We in the 90s, boom bap's the sound,
Heavy beats, rap's the crown.
Voices from the streets, stories so real,
Boom bap's got us, truth we feel.
Wu-Tang Clan, Shaolin's the spot,
Sharp rhymes, philosophy hot.
Enter the 36 Chambers, sound that reigns,
Golden era, every word like chains.
Stop by Queensbridge, Nas droppin' tales,
Projects and dreams, through highs and fails.
Illmatic's the diary, daily grind,
In shadows and lights, the streets unwind.
Open mics, freestyles erupt,
In every city corner, talent don't disrupt.
Boom bap's pure, like uncut gems,
90s rap, no need for pretense.
We in the 90s, boom bap's the sound,
Heavy beats, rap's the crown.
Voices from the streets, stories so real,
Boom bap's got us, truth we feel.
Tribeca and Bronx, 'tween buildings and lights,
Rap's the voice, in a thousand sights.
A Tribe Called Quest, jazzy grooves,
Every track a journey, every beat moves.
Tapes recorded, cassettes in the walkman,
Every song a world, every rhyme a slam.
We the boom bap kids, culture and passion,
90s time, rap's our fashion.
Words echo loud, in narrow alleys,
Boom bap's eternal, in hearts it rallies.
From the old school, a priceless gift,
90s rap, our spirits lift.
We in the 90s, boom bap's the sound,
Heavy beats, rap's the crown.
Voices from the streets, stories so real,
Boom bap's got us, truth we feel.
90s time, clock ticks but stays,
Boom bap's life, every day's a blaze.
Beats that unite, street stories bold,
Rap's our voice, a fire never cold.
