Lyrics

[Verse]
Cassette tape spinning, rewind the mission
Adidas on my feet, yo, the stripes still glisten
Graffiti-tagged walls, the city’s my canvas
Breaking on the block, no TikTok dances

Backpack full of dreams, no schemes, just rhymes
Digging through crates for that golden sound to find
Jukebox jumping, quarters clinking in the slot
Cypher in the park, where the mic stays hot

[Chorus]
Boombox blasting, the streets come alive
Retro rewind, where the culture survives
Cardboard mats, spinning on the ground
1980s vibe, the dopest sound

[Verse 2]
Fat laces thick, the walk is slick
Beats harder than bricks, every line's a kick
Windbreaker popping, Kangol tilted
Every rhyme constructed, never rebuilt it

Streetlights buzzing, shadows on the wall
Echoes of the Bronx, you can hear the call
Hip-hop was the baby, born in the struggle
Now the globe bounces to the beat of the hustle

[Chorus]
Boombox blasting, the streets come alive
Retro rewind, where the culture survives
Cardboard mats, spinning on the ground
1980s vibe, the dopest sound