制作
出演艺人
Benjamin
表演者
作曲和作词
Poorboy
作曲
制作和工程
Captain Music Group
制作人
歌词
Dusty vinyl spins
Boom-bap beats
On the corner where the lights dim
Echoes of dreams, life on the rim
Beats hit hard, snares snap back
Life painted in sound, no lack
Bass deep, rhythms tight
Narrate the streets, day to night
Canvas of concrete, under city lights
Stories unfold, urban heights.
Boom to the bap, rhythm in the rap
Words weave through, no gap
In the heart of the city, where dreams tap
Instrumental stories, map the gap
Boom to the bap, rhythm in the rap
Words weave through, no gap
In the heart of the city, where dreams tap
Instrumental stories, map the gap.
Spray-paint soul, graffiti walls
Bass lines groove, night calls
Rhythms rise, tales told in scrolls
Each beat drops, story unfolds
Under the moon, shadows dance
In every beat, a new chance
Life's tales, step by step
In the groove, secrets kept
In the groove, secrets kept
Boom to the bap, rhythm in the rap
Words weave through, no gap.
In the heart of the city, where dreams tap
Instrumental stories, map the gap
Boom to the bap, rhythm in the rap
Words weave through, no gap
In the heart of the city, where dreams tap
Instrumental stories, map the gap.
(Sampled voice) "From the soul, it begins,"
(Beats break) Silence spins
(Sampled voice) "Let the rhythm win,"
(Beats return) Stories pin.
Quick flash, city's pulse
In the flow, we're engrossed
Echoes of the past, beats boast
In the rhythm, we coast
Night's embrace, day's chase
In every line, a different pace
Through the static, clarity found
Boom-bap heart, profound sound.
Sidewalks whisper, footsteps echo
In the beat, life's fresco
Tales of the hustle, struggle, and success
Each bar a confession, none the less
Rhythm in the heart, beat in the soul
Music's embrace, making us whole
Through the lens of the streets, we peer
In every note, a story dear.
Boom to the bap, rhythm in the rap
Words weave through, no gap
In the heart of the city, where dreams tap
Instrumental stories, map the gap
Boom to the bap, rhythm in the rap
Words weave through, no gap
In the heart of the city, where dreams tap
Instrumental stories, map the gap.
Written by: Poorboy
