[Intro] (Nineteen ninety-four was not just a year on a calendar. It was a code of honor. Two turntables, a drum machine, and the raw truth. Drop the needle.) [Verse 1] I remember ninety-four when the boom-bap ruled the street Two turntables and an SP giving us the heavy beat We were sitting on the front stoop watching how the city rolled Listening to the honest stories that the older generation told They were chasing after fast money, but they ended in a cage Because they never learned to read the wisdom on the page A borrowed crown is always heavy on an unearned head And you have gotta put the work in for the daily bread. [Pre-Chorus] I keep my heavy leather collar pulled up in the wind... I have got a classic standard running from within... There is no substitute for substance on the pavement today... I'm watching all the fly-by-night pretenders fade away! [Chorus] We are standing on the Concrete Roots of ninety-four! Heavy boom-bap drums are kicking down the studio door! Dusty horn loops cutting through the city in the dark! Leaving an unshakeable and classic kind of mark! Check the flow! (Cut it up!) Live free! (Fill the cup!) Nobody in the modern game is ever gonna interrupt! [Verse 2] I have seen a hundred trends come and vanish in the mist Leaving all their broken promises on an empty list You cannot respect the harvest if you never touched the plow You cannot claim the victory if you are running now I keep my boots tied tight and I keep my cadence clean I am delivering the realest verses that you have ever seen I don't need a viral dance to make a classic record ring I just put the truth on tape and let the heavy rhythm swing. [Pre-Chorus] I keep my heavy leather collar pulled up in the wind... I have got a classic standard running from within... There is no substitute for substance on the pavement today... I'm watching all the fly-by-night pretenders fade away! [Chorus] We are standing on the Concrete Roots of ninety-four! Heavy boom-bap drums are kicking down the studio door! Dusty horn loops cutting through the city in the dark! Leaving an unshakeable and classic kind of mark! Check the flow! (Cut it up!) Live free! (Fill the cup!) Nobody in the modern game is ever gonna interrupt! [Bridge] Ninety-four was never about the jewelry or the fame... It was about the love of art and keeping clean the name... Real lyricism... real drums... real pride... Taking everything we learned along the rugged ride... Concrete roots... timeless sound... The heaviest foundation in the underground! [Drop Off] Classic material. No additives. [Chorus] Cause we are standing on the Concrete Roots of ninety-four! Real hip-hop knocking on the heavy studio door! Dusty horn loops ringing through the city in the dark! Golden era energy that always leaves a mark! Check the flow! Live free! The cleanest reputation that could ever be found! [Outro] (Nineteen ninety-four. Concrete roots. Class is adjourned.)
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