Тяжелый Вес (Бум-Бэп Классика)

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