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Rewind The Sound lyrics
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Intro
They said the streets went silent, but I hear the block still screamin' Every corner got a story, and the hustle keep repeatin' From the crates in the cypher to the streams on the trap phone Every generation got a grind, let me spit what I seen
Verse 1
Grandma had the blues playin', Sunday cookouts in the projects James Brown funkin' up the radio, dodgin' the evicts Vinyl was the hustle, needle droppin' truth in the groove Aretha beltin' power, liftin' souls from the stoop Marvin droppin' questions 'bout the wars we couldn't win Stevie paintin' visions blind, colors in the sin No cap, no collabs, just raw bars from the heart Before the algorithms trapped us in the charts
Pre-chorus
Every era got a vibe, a pulse you feel in your veins Some remember where they posted when the game first changed
Chorus
Rewind the sound, we grindin' through the echoes Every beat a trap door to the blocks where the heart froze From soul in the slums to synths in the Impala We the kings of the concrete, light it up like narcos
Verse 2
Eighties cracked the code, coke kings on the throne MTV flashin' lights, but the streets owned the zone Michael moonwalked the plug, purple haze in the trap Whitney hit that high, but the fiends never came back Hair bands in the burbs, Run-DMC reppin' blocks Two worlds clashin' hard till the beef shared the glocks Cassettes in the stash spot, dubbin' for the flip Your mixtape was your ticket to the corner and the grip
Bridge 1
Pops got the old tapes buried in the basement safe Mama quotin' every line from the days of the raid The streets schooled us hard when the speakers dropped the lore Before the skip, we soaked the pain, ready for the war
Verse 3
Nineties golden era, boom-bap with the bricks Biggie spittin' tales of the flip, Pac makin' coasts click TRL poppin' off while we bootlegged the feed Boy bands for the squares, grunge for the fiends in need Then Y2K switched it, iPods buried the store Napster had 'em sweatin', piratin' behind the door Now we streamin' ops, thirty milli tracks on deck But that vinyl scratch got me rewinding to the check
Chorus
Rewind the sound, we grindin' through the echoes Every beat a trap door to the blocks where the heart froze From soul in the slums to synths in the Impala We the kings of the concrete, light it up like narcos
Bridge 2
The game evolved but the struggle stayed locked Every gen thinks the OGs had it on top But we all hustlin' to the same dirty beat The bassline links the eras that the feds couldn't beat
Chorus
Rewind the sound, we grindin' through the echoes Every beat a trap door to the blocks where the heart froze From soul in the slums to synths in the Impala We the kings of the concrete, light it up like narcos Rewind the sound, we grindin' through the echoes Every beat a trap door to the blocks where the heart froze From soul in the slums to synths in the Impala We the kings of the concrete, light it up like narcos
Outro
Seventy years of street waves pumpin' in our blood Every playlist got a body, every bar got the mud The youngins gon' flip the script, we just hand 'em the heat (Final 808 boom, piano fades to silence, scratch lingers) 'Cause every generation claims the throne and makes it bleed
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They said the streets went silent, but I hear the block still screamin' Every corner got a story, and the hustle keep repeatin'
Every era got a vibe, a pulse you feel in your veins Some remember where they posted when the game first changed
'Cause every generation claims the throne and makes it bleed
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