NYC

V6-MINI

NYC: The Blueprint
(Intro: Heavy vinyl crackle, a faint 95-bpm boom-bap kick, and a distant subway screech)
Verse 1
From Sedgwick Avenue up to the Queensbridge wall,
Hear the ghost of B.I.G. echoing down through the hall.
We’re walking concrete where Nas wrote the illmatic scroll,
Rakim on the rhythm, pure science, deep in the soul.
See Jay on the corner, new Sinatra in a 'Sleeved' tee,
While Wu-Tang swarms heavy like the 36 chambers decree.
From the Bronx to the Battery, spirit never will fade,
In the jungle of steel where the legends are made.
KRS-One drops the knowledge straight out of the park,
Grandmaster Flash spinning light through the dark.
Hook (Chorus)
(Scratched vinyl sample: "New York, New York...")
Concrete canvas where the kings get crowned,
Five different boroughs, but it’s one baseline sound.
From the spray-painted train to the microphone cord,
This is the Mecca where the giants walk abroad.
Yeah, we scream it out loud from the roof to the pit:
Empire State, where the rhythm was lit!
Verse 2
Fat Joe in the Boogie Down, Jadakiss with the rasp,
Rakim kept it golden before time made it gasp.
From A Tribe Called Quest on the jazz-loined train,
To Mos Def and Talib spelling truth in the rain.
Busta cut through the static, earthquake in the chest,
Big Pun in the boomin' Bronx, putting fear to the rest.
Mobb Deep in the infamy, frozen in time,
DMX barking power, raw blood in the rhyme.
It’s the five-borough symphony, loud and profound,
Where the king with the crown still rules underground.
Hook (Chorus)
(Scratched vinyl sample: "New York, New York...")
Concrete canvas where the kings get crowned,
Five different boroughs, but it’s one baseline sound.
From the spray-painted train to the microphone cord,
This is the Mecca where the giants walk abroad.
Yeah, we scream it out loud from the roof to the pit:
Empire State, where the rhythm was lit!
(Outro: Fading drum loop, scratch DJ solo cutting up the "New York" vocal sample, sirens in the distance)

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NYC: The Blueprint (Intro: Heavy vinyl crackle, a faint 95-bpm boom-bap kick, and a distant subway screech) Verse 1 From Sedgwick Avenue up to the Queensbridge wall, Hear the ghost of B.I.G. echoing down through the hall. We’re walking concrete where Nas wrote the illmatic scroll, Rakim on the rhythm, pure science, deep in the soul. See Jay on the corner, new Sinatra in a 'Sleeved' tee, While Wu-Tang swarms heavy like the 36 chambers decree. From the Bronx to the Battery, spirit never will fade, In the jungle of steel where the legends are made. KRS-One drops the knowledge straight out of the park, Grandmaster Flash spinning light through the dark. Hook (Chorus) (Scratched vinyl sample: "New York, New York...") Concrete canvas where the kings get crowned, Five different boroughs, but it’s one baseline sound. From the spray-painted train to the microphone cord, This is the Mecca where the giants walk abroad. Yeah, we scream it out loud from the roof to the pit: Empire State, where the rhythm was lit! Verse 2 Fat Joe in the Boogie Down, Jadakiss with the rasp, Rakim kept it golden before time made it gasp. From A Tribe Called Quest on the jazz-loined train, To Mos Def and Talib spelling truth in the rain. Busta cut through the static, earthquake in the chest, Big Pun in the boomin' Bronx, putting fear to the rest. Mobb Deep in the infamy, frozen in time, DMX barking power, raw blood in the rhyme. It’s the five-borough symphony, loud and profound, Where the king with the crown still rules underground. Hook (Chorus) (Scratched vinyl sample: "New York, New York...") Concrete canvas where the kings get crowned, Five different boroughs, but it’s one baseline sound. From the spray-painted train to the microphone cord, This is the Mecca where the giants walk abroad. Yeah, we scream it out loud from the roof to the pit: Empire State, where the rhythm was lit! (Outro: Fading drum loop, scratch DJ solo cutting up the "New York" vocal sample, sirens in the distance)

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