Текст песни
Yeah
Check it
Just let the tape roll
Woke up to the concrete hum, another day, another sum
To chase but first I lace my Adidas with grace
The city breathes in foul decay and neon dreams that fade away
But my boombox pumps the life into this place
Corner store philosophy the old head nods his head at me
Says "The rhythm is the remedy the only truth you'll ever need"
I absorb the lesson feel the pressure catch the vibe
With every step a sample plays deep inside
It's the funk from the trunk raw and uncut
The scratch of the needle when the paper's stuck
The soul in the circuit the heart in the drum
Yeah we ride the rhythm till the morning comes
(Yeah!) From the underground (Check it!) to the town
This is the sound that keeps us holdin' on
No glossy sheen no plastic smiles just raw technique that spans the miles
From park jams to the basement where the pioneers reside
The mic cord tangled sweat drips on the stage
We write our stories on this lyrical page
For the love of the break for the beat that makes you pause
For the laws of the loop and the just because
So when the system's static tries to drown your inner speech
You find the melody that's always out of reach
It's the funk from the trunk raw and uncut
The scratch of the needle when the paper's stuck
The soul in the circuit the heart in the drum
Yeah we ride the rhythm till the morning comes
(Yeah!) From the underground (Check it!) to the town
This is the sound that keeps us holdin' on
Listen
It ain't about the fame it's about the flame
The spark in the dark when you cipher your name
It's the connection the reflection in the beat
The stomp of your feet on the dead-end street
So gather 'round let the circle be complete
From the river to the borough let your spirit feel the heat
So when they ask you "what's that sound?" you tell 'em look around
It's in the subway's rumble it's in the rain on the ground
It's in the struggle and the hustle pure and uncrowned
The original foundation that will never fall down
We take a piece of the past inject it with now
With a head-nod promise and a solemn vow
To keep it true keep it gritty for the ones in the know
And let the timeless funk forever flow
Forever flow
Yeah
One-ze-ro-five
Heartbeat of the street
This is for the heads
This is for the seekers
Keep diggin' in the crates
Peace
