Time Machine Groove Video (MV)

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