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Golden Era Strut by DJ Strut B. feat. Jonesboro Project artwork

Golden Era Strut by DJ Strut B. feat. Jonesboro Project

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· 2:20 · 13 plays · v2.2

Lyrics

Intro: MC One

Low lights in the lab, crates stacked to the ceiling

Dust in the air, but these samples revealing

Basement-born rhymes, cold concrete for the healing

Echoes down the halls, real heads catch the feeling

Intro: MC Two

Scatter on the table—caps, cans, fat markers

Train yards running, chased dawn, moving smarter

Steady with the rhythm, rugged edge, Brooklyn charter

Legends in the mist, every lyric hits harder

Verse 1: MC One & MC Two

MC One: Red-lined nights, spinning loops in the dungeon

MC Two: Late snacks, vinyl sleeves, inspiration keeps us munching

MC One: Tag team flows, we collide like intersections

MC Two: Needle running wild, every cut is perfection

MC One: Cipher circle tight, you can feel the devotion

MC Two: Bass shaking pipes, underground in motion

MC One: Truth on the beat, never hiding from the light

MC Two: 90s in the veins, spitting wisdom in the night

Chorus

Back to the boombox, vinyl crackle spinning

Streetwise soul, golden era still winning

Hands to the sky, as the cypher keeps building

Mic passed around, raw truth—no pretending

Hook

Keep the beat locked, let the scratch play

Echoes on the block, feel it all day

Verse 2

Tagged names on the wall, city breathes in code

Bucket hats tip low as the story gets told

Chalk lines from steps, breakbeats unfold

A million verses dropped where the corners grow old

Juggled beats from crates, needle finds its place

Sidewalk philosophers, speaking with grace

Mixtape memories loop in my mind

Shape of the 90s, colors outside the lines

Pre-Chorus

Head nod heavy, rhythm runs deep

Stories from the curb keep me off the sleep

Wax dust settles, the groove stays alive

Lost in the soul of that old school vibe

Chorus

Back to the boombox, vinyl crackle spinning

Streetwise soul, golden era still winning

Hands to the sky, as the cypher keeps building

Mic passed around, raw truth—no pretending

Hook

Keep the beat locked, let the scratch play

Echoes on the block, feel it all day

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