歌词
[Intro] [Verse] Dusty sleeves on the rack Static hiss in the back Ninety-two on the clock Keys turning in the lock Cardboard boxes piled high Underneath a Brooklyn sky Handwritten labels on the spine Searching for a sacred line I was the king of the floor Guarding the independent store Before the giants came to feast We were the belly of the beast [Pre-Chorus] The needle drops on the soul Taking back the total control Before the code took the heart We used to call this an art [Chorus] It’s the ghost in the groove Making every spirit move Not a stream or a stat Where the real heads are at From the tape to the wax Giving all the hidden facts Keep the flame in the dark Waiting for the sudden spark [Post-Chorus] Spin the black circle round Listen to the underground sound Spin the black circle round Lost gems that we finally found [Verse] Back alley where the smoke rose Cold winds in the baggy clothes Cyphers started at the midnight hour Raw rhymes had the hidden power Tapes recorded on a cheap deck Respect was the only check Lyricists with the mental flex Living for the complex text Unheard legends in the rain Spitting fire to ease the pain No cameras in the dark space Just the sweat on a hungry face [Hook] (Scratch: "Check the technique") (Scratch: "Back to the basics") (Scratch: "Real hip-hop") (Scratch: "The crate keeper") [Bridge] Algorithms feed the gray Wash the history away Formulaic for the click Makes the culture feel sick No more digging in the bin Just a digital original sin They want the image not the ink They don't want to let you think [Verse] I saw legends in the lobby Before it was a corporate hobby Demo tapes that never blew Better than the stars you knew Unsigned hype in the plastic bin Thick skin where the words begin Now I watch the ghost machine Selling us a hollow scene But I still hold the secret key To what this music used to be Authenticity can't be faked By the trends that they have baked [Chorus] It’s the ghost in the groove Making every spirit move Not a stream or a stat Where the real heads are at From the tape to the wax Giving all the hidden facts Keep the flame in the dark Waiting for the sudden spark [Breakdown] Upright bass begins to walk Let the muted trumpet talk Vinyl crackle in the air Proof that we were actually there [Outro]
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