707 BRONX JUMP

A street beat… no, a clave/ not just one, but a chorus of Cuban souls, whispering stories of sun-drenched streets/ sugar cane rum, and women of the streets/ Conga lines in the neighborhood/ Fidel Castro and baseball/ Mongo Santamaria, Chucho Valdes, and Perez Prado/ rumba and rebellion, history in their pulse/ then a horn… a bebop improv scale, dizzying jazzy freedom dance, a saxophonist's dream, Charlie Parker's ghost in the melody's endless stream/ a jazz note held to a prayer's whisper, Man, so complex, so real/ John Coltrane's Love Supreme/ But wait… the future shimmers, a Latin fusion, Latin rap, Daddy Yankee, Bodega Bamz, and DJ Nelson/ helped blend Latin rap into Hip Hop culture, now Synthesizers sing where trumpets used to hold/ A jazz fest woven, the lineup is way bold/ this is more than music, it’s a revelation, my friend/ get hip to the trend/ a sonic landscape, without end/ long listening jam sessions, a journey to meditation to indicate something deeper/ so dig this: let it fuel your creative fire, let it ignite your mind to a Stevie Wonder Higher/ Yo bro/ forget the mundane, man, get hip/ get wit it/ the beat in your mind will ignite a vibrant show glow/ a sophisticated, high-energy flow, setting the ambiance… watch it grow/ (Beat change, more urgent, hip-hop infused) But hold on, rewind the turntable, a beat tape's on a rewind call/ a different vibe, standing proud and tall/ Hip-hop bleeds through, answering the call/ Cool, cool Hip hop, cool, dig it man, cool is the rule/ like a Tribe Called Quest kool/ the first beat drops like a hammer on the vinyl spin, a boom-bap slap, Stetsasonic echoes through the club's shadow land/ on a digital spin/ NY, Chi, and LA riding high on the Hip Hop Rap, on the day-to-day vibe/ Schooly D's swagger, Ultramagnetic trap, Naughty by Nature, no time to nap/ A Tribe Called Quest, smooth and sublime, Ice Cube spitting fire, conquering time, Pete Rock crafting beats, a lyrical climb/ This ain't no trend, no fleeting scene, this is the real pouring from the hip-hop heads wearing rappers threads/ the true believers, the rhyme reciters, the beat achievers, the spiters of word funk/ even the hip hop atomic dog barks out Rottweiler speak/ yo, every day yo/ this is the definition of the solidness of Hip Hop's social climb/ to fashion, media, PR, movies, pimps to Ice-T’s Law and Order fame the rhythm's your guide, Cuban cool or Latin rap/ or a Hip Hop rapper's delight/ You decide, or fill in the blanks, man, Let it resonate/ you’ll get hip to it in time