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Yeah, turn the tape on...
Buckle up — we goin' back in time.
Retro soul with that gangsta rhyme.
Rykos on the deck, let's ride.
Boom bap kickin' like it’s ‘89,
Walkman on blast, got that vintage shine,
Neon jacket, I'm back from the time,
With the west coast swing and a laid-back rhyme.
Cassette rewindin’, I spit divine,
Sippin' soda in a drop-top, chrome so fine,
No TikTok — just clocks with the tick,
When Dre dropped The Chronic, that era was sick.
We ridin’ in the night with the bass on glide,
Lowrider dreams on a synthwave slide,
Retro drive, no cap, just pride,
With that real rap soul that’ll never subside.
(Repeat x2)
Retro drive... retro drive...
Old school rollin’ with the future alive.
I ain’t here for the hype, I’m here for the groove,
808s bang while I slide real smooth,
Snapback tilted, beat so gifted,
Vinyl on the table — history’s lifted.
Dre taught the game how to ride a beat,
So I lace my bars over drums that hit sweet,
Ain’t no clone, just me in the zone,
With a west side tone and a style full-grown.
“RY-KOS... dropping classics like it’s 9-4”
(Scratch: “Retro, retro, retro!”)
We ridin’ in the night with the bass on glide,
Lowrider dreams on a synthwave slide,
Retro drive, no cap, just pride,
With that real rap soul that’ll never subside.
(Repeat x2)
Retro drive... retro drive...
Old school rollin’ with the future alive.
