[Intro]
[Turntable Scratch]
[Verse]
Yo, cassette tape grind, vinyl crackle flow,
Echoes of the golden era, where'd the time go?
Timbs stomping ground, Uptown shuffle,
Back when rhymes hit hard as brass knuckle.
[Verse 2]
Cyphers in the park, boombox blaring loud,
Graffiti on the wall, claims a poet's proud.
Ripping through pages, mad pen game lethal,
Steez colder than a Dole Pineapple Diesel.
[Chorus]
90's miss ya, golden age splendor,
Old school rap, where real rhymes render.
Jazz beats, rugged streets, pure art tender,
Bring it back, the spirit, never surrender.
[Verse 3]
Projects humming, beats dropped raw,
Street corner sermons, opened every jaw.
Baggy jeans, snapbacks, colors clashing,
Verbal gymnastics, syllables clashing.
[Bridge]
Blasting Tribe Called Quest, cruising down a lane,
A timeless soundtrack, in the hall of fame.
Echoes from the past, rattling my brain,
Hip-hop resurrection, in the pouring rain.
[Chorus]
90's miss ya, golden age splendor,
Old school rap, where real rhymes render.
Jazz beats, rugged streets, pure art tender,
Bring it back, the spirit, never surrender.
[Turntable Scratch]
[Outro]