Тяжелый Вес (Бум-Бэп Классика)

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Yeah
We taking it back to the essence
Concrete streets, raw beats
Turn my mic up a little bit
Let's go

I step out the shadows where the streetlights flicker
City of the cold hearts, the plot grows thicker
Pacing on the pavement, my mind's on a marathon
Dodging the sirens from dusk until the crack of dawn
I paint pictures with syntax, the canvas is grim
Survival of the fittest, you sink or you swim
A pocket full of lint but a mind full of gold
Stories of the block that remain untold
We hustle through the winter, the summer is a battlefield
Searching for a chalice with a broken-down shield

This is the rhythm of the rugged and raw
We break the limits and we rewrite the law
From the stoop to the stage, the pen is the sword
Chasing down the legacy, claiming the reward
Yeah, the rhythm of the rugged and raw
We break the limits and we rewrite the law

I analyze the angle, geometry of the street
Moving to the cadence of this boom-bap beat
Every syllable a brick in the empire state
We ain't waiting on luck, we design the fate
My vocabulary sharp like a razor in the cheek
Speaking for the voiceless, the strong and the weak
They try to box us in with the stereo types
But I elevate the mind when I'm gripping the mic
See, the struggle is a teacher, the pain is a guide
I carry the city with a mountain of pride

This is the rhythm of the rugged and raw
We break the limits and we rewrite the law
From the stoop to the stage, the pen is the sword
Chasing down the legacy, claiming the reward
Yeah, the rhythm of the rugged and raw
We break the limits and we rewrite the law

Keep it moving
Don't stop
Golden era state of mind
Fade it out