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Intro (spoken)

Hello America… 67 Club…

The elders greet us… from above…

Verse 1

My heart is pounding — bom-bom — to the beat,

Like Bronx streets — concrete — they repeat.

Dr. Dre is here — Tupac’s smiling wide,

67 Club — legends all collide.

Smoke rising up — glasses clinking tight,

Old records spinning — memories of night.

Freestyle from the heart — instinctive flow,

But I feel the words — from above, they glow.

Chorus (shouted)

67 Club — our hearts still beat,

67 Club — legends we meet.

Brooklyn nights — Manhattan lights,

Smoke in the air — our soul ignites.

Verse 2

Bass is thundering — snare cracks loud,

Cypher circle burning — every face proud.

Looking down on us — Biggie, Pac, Dre,

Sayin’: keep it real — don’t fade away.

Brooklyn’s scent — smoky night,

But the heart keeps beating — always right.

New York baby — this the block,

Rap eternal — soul won’t stop.

Bridge (slower, deeper)

Smoke, smoke — memories alive,

Rap never dies — heartbeat survives.

67 — club in our veins,

Respect forever — legend remains.

Chorus (crowd)

67 Club — our hearts still beat,

67 Club — legends we meet.

Brooklyn nights — Manhattan lights,

Smoke in the air — our soul ignites.