[Intro] [Dusty Vinyl Crackle] [Lean Soulful Sample Loop] [Spoken Word] Yeah. Check the mic. Back to the essence. Turn the headphones up. Let's go. [Verse 1] Stepping through the fog, concrete is cold Every single story that they telling is old Pen to the paper, turning ink into steel Keeping it gritty cause the pressure is real No shortcuts taken, built it brick by brick Quick with the flow, yeah the cadence is thick Staring down the alley where the shadows loom Boom-bap rhythm echoing across the room [Bridge] [Sample Loop Filter Sweep] [Stripped Down Kick and Snare] Hold up... let the drums breathe. Yeah. [Chorus] We keeping it raw when the speakers pop! From the underground floor to the mountain top! No fake front, just the truth on wax! Paying our dues and we collecting the tax! [Beat Drops Harder] We keeping it raw when the speakers pop! From the underground floor to the mountain top! [Verse 2] Rushing through the traffic with a mind full of thoughts Fighting for the position that a dollar never bought See the system trying to put a cap on the sound Underground king, never losing my crown Sweat on the brow, working late in the lab Never taking handouts, never needing a grab Pure underground fuel running through the veins Breaking down the walls, bursting through the chains [Chorus] We keeping it raw when the speakers pop! From the underground floor to the mountain top! No fake front, just the truth on wax! Paying our dues and we collecting the tax! [Outro] [Vinyl Crackle Fading In] [Beat Strips Down to Kick and Snare] Yeah. Boom-bap lives. [Abrupt Stop] [End]
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