The Funky Chronicles

[Verse] Flow funky, rhythm bounce like a ping pong, In the city where the skinny jeans hang long, Kicks fresh like they dipped in gold, A story unfold, purest hip-hop mold. [Verse 2] Beats snapping harder than paparazzi flash, Life swift, they runnin' fast, no time to stash, Slingin' words slicker than a city scam, Lint in your pocket, oh man, time to scram. [Chorus] Got swag in the pocket, rhythm in the heart, Every verse a masterpiece, consider it art, From the block to the top, we rise and start, With a boom, a pow, tear the whole world apart. [Bridge] Old school flavors mixed with new school blaze, Ride the wave of the musical maze, Sample that beat, make it right, make it tight, City lights gleamin', music in the night. [Verse 3] Rollin’ down streets, story in each crack, Every turn a lesson, no lookin’ back, Grime under the sneaker tells tales untold, Rap sheets fold, portfolios gold. [Verse 4] Cash 'n flow, dreams grow stake to claim, Nightmares reside, we defeat, no shame, Tongue twisters twistin’ louder than a siren, Hope grows higher, in the city we risin’.