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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Brownstone bricks
cracked stoop, old mail
Sky blue North Face
scuffed wheat Tims, sale
Token in my palm
turnstile bite, cheap thrill
Bench by the numbers
we draft dreams, stand still
Cameras?
Just Polaroids curling on the fridge
Only fans we knew
sat screaming by the bridge
Cousin had a pager
thought he ran the whole block
Payphone confession
coins cold in the sock
Boom-box bass
dust jumping off the tape
We’d rewind one bar
‘til the ribbon tried to break
Cyphers by the bodega
sun low, smoke thick
You earned every nod
every ooh, every diss
Moms in the window
yelling gov’ment name loud
You came upstairs late
whole building your crowd
Summer jam on the TV
foil on antenna
We believed one verse
could buy Abuela her renter
[Chorus]
It ain’t the same
back when the corners talked
When every crack in the pavement
held chalk, held stories in the chalk
Now the screens glow bright
but the hearts feel far
I miss that 90s Bronx
where a rhyme was a scar
It ain’t the same
nah, it ain’t the same, no
Back then we bled our pain
now they just scroll
[Verse 2]
Fast-forward, 26
TikToks on the 6 train
Kids dance in ring lights
but can’t name who paved lanes
Algorithms pick heroes
off numbers, not spine
They ghostwrite the aura
auto-tune in your mind
We battled on corners
no camera, just pride
A stumble hit deeper
‘cause the hood stood beside
Lose once, you’d study
come back, earn your turn
Now they clip out the context
just to caption the burn
Sneakers came from layaway
we guarded ‘em like gold
Now they tap on an app
never feel ‘em in the cold
We stole time from curfew
just to sharpen a scheme
They scroll past greatness
if it’s longer than a meme
I ain’t knocking progression
I’m just mourning the proof
When a verse fed your section
put respect in the roof
When your crew was your label
and your label was the block
Now they chasing new filters
we were chasing new plots, look—
[Chorus]
It ain’t the same
back when the corners talked
When every crack in the pavement
held chalk, held stories in the chalk
Now the screens glow bright
but the hearts feel far
I miss that 90s Bronx
where a rhyme was a scar
It ain’t the same
nah, it ain’t the same, no
Back then we bled our pain
now they just scroll
[Bridge]
But when that drum swing hits
and the sample runs through
I still see the old heads
yelling “Little man, that’s you”
So I lace each line
like I’m tagging my name
On a brick in the Bronx
that remembers my flame (hey!)
Details
GeneratedMar 27, 2026
Duration2:36
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dusty 90s Bronx boom bap, male vocals. Gritty chopped jazz loop, detuned horns and murky Rhodes over head-nod kick-snare. Verse one stays laid-back, syllable-dense, riding the pocket; chorus widens with stacked call-and-response hook. Sub bass tucked under the sample, light turntable cuts answering end phrases. Second verse adds subtle string stab layers and extra ad-libs, final hook rides out with drops on key punchlines for crowd participation., lyrical, hip hop
Credits
Prompt bySpicyHook948
ModelAria v5
Prompt
NYC Bronx 90s boom bat super lyrical  great storytelling about the 90s comparing it to now 2026. It’s not the same., rap, hip hop
