Vintage Vibes

Intro

(skrrt) yo, yeah-yeah, uh

Boom-bap bass, funky sample stabs

(BASS) Yeah, yeah, feel that? (boom)

(NASAL) Hey-hey, check it, check it

(SMOOTH) Smooth on the corner, cup of coffee, sun up

Verse

(BASS) Morning cereal, box crinkles like a vinyl crack, boom, boom

(NASAL) I’m nasal on the whistle, kettle singing like a cartoon, choo-choo

(SMOOTH) I slide on my Vans, zip the campus, got a pocket full of tunes

(BASS) Got a bassline in my sneakers, stompin’ down the avenue, doom-doom

(NASAL) Pick up the mail, postcards from '72, Godfather on the cover

(SMOOTH) I stash a ticket stub from Woodstock in my wallet like a lover

(BASS) Brag — I spin the 45, James Brown cut, make the neighbors hover

(NASAL) I’m bargain hunting at the flea, VHS of Jimi undercover

(SMOOTH) Laundry day, fold the tees, Led Zeppelin on my chest

(BASS) Deep voice in the doorway sayin’ “This denim passed the test” (ayy)

(NASAL) I microwave leftovers, radio plays Aretha out the chest

(SMOOTH) I’m texting like it’s 1975 but with a smartphone finesse

(BASS) I lift the couch cushion, coins from the coin-op arcade days

(NASAL) Alley cat eyes, I’m hustlin’ quarters, Pac-Man ghostin’ my ways

(SMOOTH) I take the 4:15, subway hums like an old AM relay

(BASS) Bass knocks the pole, people nod in rhythm, we all sway (uh-huh)

(NASAL) I brag about my mixtape, two-turntable wizard, finger spray

(SMOOTH) I hum a Stevie hook, windows down, lemon-scented freeway

(BASS) (boom) I’m the deep end of the groove, heavy like a Motown sway

(NASAL) (yuh) I’m the nasal scooter kid, bell rings, ring-ring, who’s late? (who?)

(SMOOTH) Smooth slides in with a grin, says “Let’s ride,” we escalate

(BASS) We flex like Ali on the corner, float, jab, then celebrate

Verse

(NASAL) Afternoon, library hum, flipping pages like a sample loop

(SMOOTH) I nod at the professor, note the rhyme schemes in his group

(BASS) We’re bragging about our sneakers, stitching older than a soup

(NASAL) I quote The Beatles sideways, “All you need is...” — look! (ha)

(SMOOTH) I pick up groceries, mismatched socks, lemon cake in the cart

(BASS) I brag I can fix the amp with duct tape and some heart

(NASAL) I whistle a TV jingle from '67 — tune hits the mart

(SMOOTH) I say, “Remember Apollo?” kids look up, eyes start

(BASS) I got a vinyl stack that’s heavier than your whole playlist

(NASAL) I brag about my hairdo — retro curls, Bee Gees twist

(SMOOTH) I smooth-talk the barista, extra foam, cinnamon kissed

(BASS) Punched like a vintage ticket: “Reserved — legend on the list” (yeah)

(NASAL) I bike to the park, bell brr-ring, tape deck in a basket

(SMOOTH) We do homework on plaid blankets, laughter like a jacket

(BASS) I’m counting trophies no one sees, backyard barbecue bracket

(NASAL) I taste grape soda, tongue purple, childhood like a cassette track it

(SMOOTH) We trade comic books, Spider-Man on the back, ink faded but classic