Back in the days with the tech on hips, ey
'Fore the smart scene, Walkman clips, ey
Made in Japan, quality slips in
Tracks on 'go', that soundtrip quip, bruv
Click and play, open the bag
Inhale Japan, this ain't a brag
High tech beatbox, the streets gon' drag
That mobile beat, the world's in the bag
We ruled the waves with the sounds, no fakin'
Cassettes flipping, rewinding, makin'
Wires got tangled, but the vibe's still tight, yo
Mixin' and matchin', to get the mix right, so
Passed to the bros, sneaky on the low
Feel the bass thump, as we nod to the flow
To impress the girls, with the illest selection
Dolby NR to kill the hiss, check the connection
Def jams from the radio, beats in collection
The art of the tape, mastered to perfection
Dubbin' off the airwaves, circuits we're breakin'
Felt-tip titles, no mistakin'
We ruled the waves with the sounds, no fakin'
Cassettes flipping, rewinding, makin'
Wires got tangled, but the vibe's still tight, yo
Mixin' and matchin', to get the mix right, so
Walked the boroughs with the beats on spin, oi
In me pocket, world shrinking within, oi
Sony to the left, the tunes take flight, mate
Personal jams in the dead of night, bruv
Press play, we start the caper
Bubbling tracks, the street's our paper
Magnetic poetry, a lyrical scraper
Headphones on, caught the vapor
On the Tube, no glance or peep, eh
Headphones in, the world at my feet, trust
Bassline rumbles, they nod their heads
Underground tracks, urban street cred, fam
Turn up the dial, the hustle fades back
Lost in my bubble, my personal soundtrack
Privacy shielded by tunes that I stack
This Walkman life, I'm leading the pack
This magic box, it brings the clout
Threads of sound, we can't live without
This magic box, it brings the clout
Threads of sound, we can't live without