Boom Bap Chronicles

Mic ignite, spit the flame in the dark,

Pen sharp, carve hieroglyphs on the bark,

Heart heavy, streets whisper in the breeze,

Lost souls drift through the city with ease.

Boom bap rhythm, heartbeat of the block,

Tick-tock flows, can't stop, won't stop,

Ciphers in the alley, truth in the rhyme,

Every bar timeless, no limits on time.

Concrete jungle, where the wild ones roam,

Broken dreams scatter like shattered chrome,

Echoes of the past in the subway hum,

Drum patterns bang, tellin' where we from.

Grimy textures, dust on the vinyl,

Scriptures written, survival primal,

Spit survival codes, no need for recital,

Every word vital, every line tribal.

Clock strikes twelve, shadows start to dance,

Moonlight flickers on the razor's glance,

Graffiti prayers sprayed on abandoned walls,

Echo chambers where the lost voices call.

Boom bap rhythm, heartbeat of the block,

Tick-tock flows, can't stop, won't stop,

Ciphers in the alley, truth in the rhyme,

Every bar timeless, no limits on time.