[intro - vinyl scratch with funky bass tease] [vinyl scratches, chopped breakbeat teases, funky slap bass slides in] [male vocal - laid-back, conversational, cool] yeah... check the mic... look around you, man... let me tell you 'bout this place... [verse 1 - the land and the people, steady breakbeat groove] [punchy breakbeat drops, heavy slap bass, fast rhythmic rap flow] look at this dirt, man, it's soaked in our sweat the roots go deep, yeah, we ain't done yet folks on the block, they got hearts made of steel keepin' it real, yeah, you know how we feel i love every street, every crack in the pave the way that we hustle, the way that we brave the storms and the winters, the heat and the cold this country is magic, a sight to behold it's built by the calluses, built by the hands of everyday people who love where they stand we share what we got, yeah, we look out for kin that's the true spirit, the fire within [spoken interlude 1 - stripped to bass and scratches] [beat drops out, only slap bass pulse and dj scratches] but then... you look up at the hill... and you see the suits... and you gotta ask yourself... who's really runnin' the show... [verse 2 - the disconnect and the government, heavier groove] [breakbeat returns harder, synth stabs on the off-beats, sharp flow] they sit in the towers, the suits and the ties smilin' for cameras and feedin' us lies they talk 'bout the nation, but mean their own pockets pluggin' the system right into their sockets they drainin' the blood just to fill up their cups while the rest of us down here are just lookin' up they passin' new rules just to keep us in line tellin' us "wait your turn", tellin' us "fine" but the fine is a tax on the breath that we take bendin' the law till the whole thing just breaks they don't give a damn 'bout the kids in the school they just care 'bout the profit and keepin' control [spoken interlude 2 - philosophical, intimate] [only bass slide and vinyl crackle, close-mic vocal] it's a heavy load, man... carryin' the weight of a country... while the guys at the top... are just cashin' the check... where's this road goin', you know... [verse 3 - the oppression and the warning, maximum flow] [full big beat arrangement, breakbeat fills, fast and intricate rap] they fear what we are, 'cause they know what we built so they cover the truth with a heavy coat of guilt they try to divide us, to make us fight back keepin' us busy while they orchestrate the attack but you can't build a mansion on a foundation of sand and you can't break the spirit of the folks in this land they think we gonna fold, think we gonna just fade but they forgot 'bout the history that we made so where does it lead, when the leaders are blind leavin' the soul of the country behind it leads to a cliff, man, a drop in the dark unless we wake up and remember the spark [spoken interlude 3 - calm, resolute] [beat strips to a simple kick and scratch] they got the money... they got the gavels... but we got the roots... and roots don't move... [verse 4 - the resolution, steady and confident] [groove settles into a deep, head-nodding breakbeat, confident delivery] so we stand on the pavement, we look at the sky knowin' the power is ours, not the guys in the tie we love this old dirt, we love who we are no matter how distant they make it seem far the greatness ain't in the marble or gold it's in the stories that everyday people have told so let 'em play games, let 'em shuffle the deck we the foundation, man, we the ones that they check when the building is shakin', when the water gets high they gonna need us to hold it, and they know why [outro - fade with dj scratches] [beat strips to bass pulse and heavy vinyl scratching, vocal echoes] [male vocal - fading, laid-back] [heavy dj scratch, bass slide down, tape stop, silence] yeah... the country is us... not them... never forget that... we the roots... they just the leaves... and leaves fall, man... leaves always fall...
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