LEVEL 1 Lyrics

Yo, I'm spitting rhymes, hear the boom bap sound

Ayy

Classic beats and lyrics, that's how I get down

No autotune needed, just raw flows, no doubt

Real hip-hop, we bring it back, no need to pout

I'm the lyrical architect, constructing masterpieces

My words penetrate your mind, leaving you speechless

Boom bap drums, knocking hard, that's the essence

Dope samples, scratching vinyl, we keep it timeless

(Ayy yeah)

Boom bap style, I bring it back in full effect

Real hip-hop, I'm not here to resurrect

No gimmicks or trends, just pure rap finesse

Boom bap beats, yo, we pass the test

(Part two back at it again)

Flipping the script, my lyrics hit like a pound

Flow so smooth, like butter, going round n' round

Pen's the weapon, I'm conquering the track

Boom bap style, I leave the competition flat

I'm the microphone controller, I'm in control

My lyrics keep you nodding, body rocking, soul in the flow

No mumble rap or weak bars, that's a no-go

Boom bap's the foundation, it's the way to go

Boom bap style, I bring it back in full effect

Real hip-hop, I'm not here to resurrect

No gimmicks or trends, just pure rap finesse

Boom bap beats, yo, we pass the test

No flashy chains or designer clothes, I keep it real

Boom bap style, I'm spitting fire, it's the real deal

From the streets to the cypher, I hold it down

Boom bap's the culture, we wear the golden crown

I'm paying homage to the legends, the pioneers

Respecting the roots, we keep the flame burning clear

Boom bap's the heartbeat, it's the soul of the game

Lyrically sharp, we keep that fire aflame

Boom bap style, We bring it back in full effect

Real hip-hop, we're not here to resurrect

Ayy

No gimmicks or trends, just pure rap finesse

Boom bap beats, yo, I pass the test

Boom bap style, forever I'll remain

Preserving the essence, of our love for the game

So let the boom bap drums play, let the records spin

Real hip-hop lives on, it will never end

Ayy coz you know part three coming to end the song and it's gonna go

Hard!

Yo, I'm stepping on the scene, like a king in his prime

Boom bap style, keeping it real every time

I'm spitting fire, fueled by the golden era

Rhymes so tight, they'll make your head spin like a record player

My flow is smooth, my lyrics are rough

Painting vivid pictures, with the bars I construct

No mumble jumble, just the realness in my speech

My rhymes penetrate, like a needle through a sleeve

Boom bap style, that's how I roll

Classic beats and rhymes, taking control

No auto-tune or gimmicks, just raw and pure

Bringing back that essence, that keeps us craving for more

I studied the greats, like my life depends on the task

I dissect the beats, finding the perfect break

Sampling records, adding my own personal take