Lyrics
Alright, let's bring it back to the essence of hip-hop with some Old School flavor:
(Verse 1)
Yo, check the vibe, feel the beat, it's that old school heat,
Back when rhymes were raw, and the streets were our beat,
From the block parties to the boombox blasts,
We rocked the mic with skills, making memories that last.
No gimmicks, just lyrics, straight from the heart,
Spitting truth on the mic, playing our part,
With DJ spinning vinyl, scratches so tight,
We rocked the crowd all day and through the night.
(Chorus)
This is the sound of the streets, where hip-hop was born,
Old School vibes, from dusk till dawn,
We rep the culture, keep it real, never fade away,
In the heart of hip-hop, we forever stay.
(Verse 2)
From the cyphers on the corner to the jams in the park,
We sparked the revolution with every word, every spark,
No autotune, just the rawness in our voice,
Telling stories of struggle, making our own choice.
With breakdancers popping, locking to the beat,
Graffiti on the walls, expressing our street,
Old School kings and queens, holding down the crown,
In the essence of hip-hop, forever renowned.
(Chorus)
This is the sound of the streets, where hip-hop was born,
Old School vibes, from dusk till dawn,
We rep the culture,
(Chorus)
This is the sound of the streets, where hip-hop was born,
Old School vibes, from dusk till dawn,
We rep the culture, keep it real, never fade away,
In the heart of hip-hop, we forever stay.
(Bridge)
So let the beat drop, and the heads nod,
As we pay homage to the pioneers, the demigods,
Old School forever, in our hearts it reigns,
Hip-hop's legacy, eternal flames.
(Outro)
From the boogie down Bronx to the streets of L.A.,
Old School hip-hop, here to stay,
So raise your hands up, let your voices say,
Hip-hop lives on, in the Old School way.
