Roots of the Rhyme

[Intro] [Verse 1] Yo, let’s rewind to the Bronx where the sparks flew, Concrete playgrounds where the beats broke through. Kool Herc on the wheels, spinning soul and funk, A culture born from struggle, heart, and junk. Graffiti on the trains, breakers on the floor, MCs spitting fire, mic cords ripped raw. Four elements united, a movement undenied, From block parties to empires, we took the ride. Turntables scratched the future, rhymes carved in stone, Every verse a story, never walk alone. Hip hop’s more than music—it’s the people’s voice, A global revolution, let the world rejoice. [Chorus] From the streets to the sky, we never gonna stop, Respect the pillars, let the legacy pop. DJs spin the truth, MCs hold the flame, Hip hop’s in the b***d—no two flows the same. [Verse 2] Golden era vibes, kicks and snares crisp, Lyrics laced with wisdom, fingertips on scripts. Rakim laid the blueprint, Lauryn dropped the soul, Pac preached the struggle, Biggie claimed the throne. B-boys froze the moment, windmills in the air, Writers tagged their names in light everywhere. No fame, just passion, pure sweat and grind, A language for the voiceless, a rhythm redefined. [Bridge] It’s the breakbeat heartbeat, the sample’s sweet cry, The cipher never dies, it just multiplies. From Afrika to Queens, the roots run deep, Hip hop’s alive—let the truth speak. [Chorus] From the streets to the sky, we never gonna stop, Respect the pillars, let the legacy pop. DJs spin the truth, MCs hold the flame, Hip hop’s in the b***d—no two flows the same. [Outro]