Back In My Day

[Verse 1]
Yeah, we grew up on the corner store chatter
Milk crates, paint cans, fat marker blacker
Walkman hanging from the belt, tape halfway chewed
Still knew every line, every layered attitude
Battle at the bus stop, circle on the tar
Older heads judging who was really gonna spar
Had to earn your voice, breath, timing, tone
Now they read off a phone, tryna claim the throne
[Chorus]
Back in my day, we bled for the bar work (yeah)
You can keep your clout and your star merch
Gen Z talk loud, but they got nothin' on ninety
Heart in the bars, every scar, every rhyme we
Laced in the park, till the sky turned hazy
You can keep your trends, they don’t phase me (nah)
Gen Z talk loud, but they got nothin' on ninety
Nothin' on ninety, nothin' on ninety (hey!)
[Verse 2]
We had one mic, tape hiss, house full of cousins
Spittin' in the shed while the neighbours kept buzzin'
Writing on receipts, school books, train seats
Had to flip real pain into rough-cut heat
Now it's filters, followers, dance for a hook
Same four words, copy-paste, same look
No story in the verse, just a brand, just a pose
We were digging in the dirt, now it's diamonds on clothes
[Chorus]
Back in my day, we bled for the bar work (uh)
You can keep your clout and your star merch
Gen Z talk loud, but they got nothin' on ninety
Heart in the bars, every scar, every rhyme we
Laced in the park, till the sky turned hazy
You can keep your trends, they don’t phase me
Gen Z talk loud, but they got nothin' on ninety
Nothin' on ninety, nothin' on ninety (ooh)
[Bridge]
We had patience, pages, patience again
You got playlists, plays, but where’s the pen?
We had hunger, summers spent stuck in a room
You got numbers, numbers, but where’s the boom?
[Chorus]
Back in my day, we bled for the bar work
You can keep your clout and your star merch
Gen Z talk loud, but they got nothin' on ninety
Heart in the bars, every scar, every rhyme we
Laced in the park, till the sky turned hazy (yeah)
You can keep your trends, they don’t phase me
Gen Z talk loud, but they got nothin' on ninety
Nothin' on ninety, nothin' on ninety (hey!)

rap, Boom-bap Australian hip hop cypher feel, male vocals. Dry punchy drums, dusty chopped soul sample, and warm bassline. Verses tight and percussive with double-time pockets; hook opens up with gang vocals and call-and-response chants. Occasional record-stop FX and subtle DJ cuts between sections; vocal sits upfront and gritty, with ad-libs tucked just behind the lead in the chorus., hip hop, australian hip hop