Time Machine Groove

Time Machine Groove, back to the days when Pagers buzzed, we're chasin' that backspin

Buzzle off beats, chasin' that bassline Windbreaker swag, sneakin' game prime

Funky fresh flow, chasin' that paper Old heads, they laugh, new jack caper

Backroom deals with the neighborhood's finest Rhyme so tight, you can't even find us

Beats on fire, drop that heavy sound From the boombox, makin' the streets pound

Harmony so rich, melody like money Nineties vibe, baby, ain't nothin' funny

Kickin' in doors with the Rhyme Spitmaster Words like darts hit faster and faster

Turntable scratch, mix it up slick Beatbox rhythm, clickety-click-click

Streetlights dim, moon hits the pavement Homies all nod, yeah, they know the statement

Harmony glides over rough brick walls We own the nights till the morning calls