Текст песни
Yo, 1993, Bronx night, 11‑ish,
Fog on the avenue, no‑one’s finish
Street lights hummin’ like a broken bee,
Reflectin’ on the puddles — that’s the scenery
I’m leanin’ on the fence, smoke in my palm,
Watchin’ the subway cars go boom‑boom‑boom
Every corner’s got a story, every brick’s a page,
In the concrete jungle — no escape
Kid’s sellin’ tapes outside the bodega,
“Wu‑Tang, Nas — keep the drama!”
Sirens pass — red‑blue flash,
Another night in NYC… no cash
Street lights… glowin’ yellow‑gold,
Tales of the city, stories untold
From the Bronx to Brooklyn, we hold the mic,
Livin’ in the boom‑bap — that’s the night!
I remember ’89, crack era pain,
Brothers lost, some went insane
Now the lights still flicker, same old game,
But the beat stays raw, without a name
My Walkman plays “Nardwuar”,
While the city breathes — no pause
Graffiti on the train says “Peace”,
But the cops just bring the cease
Street lights… glowin’ yellow‑gold,
Tales of the city, stories untold
From the Bronx to Brooklyn, we hold the mic,
Livin’ in the boom‑bap — that’s the night!
Outro rolls in, vinyl scratch,
Another night ends — we keep the match
From the street lights to the dawn’s first ray,
We spit the truth… boom‑bap every day!
Street lights… glowin’ yellow‑gold,
Tales of the city, stories untold
From the Bronx to Brooklyn, we hold the mic,
Livin’ in the boom‑bap — that’s the night!
