The Tape Loop

Mike Piler

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    Yeah
    Turn my headphones up a little bit
    Uh-huh, straight from the pavement
    90s gave us the blueprint, 2000s bought the estate
    Check the mic, one-two
    Look

    Born in the concrete, raised by the boom-bap
    Spitting raw poetry, putting the block on the map
    Timbs on the asphalt, oversized Champion gear
    Walking through the smoke and shadow, conquering fear
    No internet hype, just a pen and a notebook
    Analyze the street corners, studying how the cold look
    Cassette tapes spinning, MPC cutting the loop
    Spitting truth to the youth from the top of the stoop
    We chased the lyricism, didn't care about the radio
    Flow so hazardous, it's bound to blow the patio
    It's that project window view, yellow cabs driving by
    Heavy rain on the brick walls, smoke in the sky

    This is the golden era, straight from the block
    Heavy on the bass, making the pendulum drop
    From the 90s grit to the 2000s shine
    We don't just rhyme, we redefine time

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    Then the millennium hit, and the game got larger
    Sleeker lines on the ride, moving a bit smarter
    Mixtape culture heavy, DJs cutting the track
    Club bumping at midnight, but the roots stayed black
    From the underground tunnel to the top of the chart
    Still got the hunger of a rookie, but the veteran heart
    Thicker chains, bigger aims, but the hustle's the same
    Never let the flashing lights erase the soul from the name
    We moved from the basement straight to the penthouse suite
    But the lyrics still echo what we learned on the street
    Bass shaking the trunk, 808s hitting the chest
    In the land of the brave, we just striving for best

    Look at the journey, look at the scars we carry
    The poetry's necessary, the streets are legendary
    From the analog tapes to the digital age
    The voice of the culture still locked on the page

    This is the golden era, straight from the block
    Heavy on the bass, making the pendulum drop
    From the 90s grit to the 2000s shine
    We don't just rhyme, we redefine time

    Yeah
    Dedicated to the pioneers
    The ones who built the stage
    From New York to the world
    We still here
    Representing the culture
    Sound of the beat fading out, leaving just the vinyl static until it clicks off

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    Composición: Mike Nascimento

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