Mitchell Frederick Ft. Charlie Stacks - Rhythm's Own Child
Started in the burbs, deep in Long Island's veins,
Mitchell Frederick, dreamin' big, chasin’ chains,
Scratchin’ wax, basement tracks, vinyl stacks,
Momma said "keep it down," he craftin’ raps.
Underground buzz, DJ hits a flint,
Respect earned, not giv'n, first borough stint.
From the VFW to Manhattan's heart,
Sweat in them small gigs, perfecting his art,
Cutting corners through Queens with them crates on his back,
Spinnin’ through tekkit nights till the dawn cracks,
Sound so fresh, it's where legends are born,
Frederick’s beats, the city's soundtrack sworn.
Mitchell Frederick, light the skyline,
Soundwave ruler, NYC's prime time,
From Long Island's quiet paths to Pacha's thrones,
Dominated boroughs, every club, every zone.
Echo in the Bronx, spreads through Brooklyn blocks,
Spin master, cut faster, non-stop tick tocks,
Turntablist talent, hustlin’ every night,
From dim dive bars to Pacha's neon lights,
The streets spoke, word spread like wild,
DJ Frederick, rhythm's own child.
Fingers on the pulse, city he commands,
Steppin' to the booth, big crowd in his hands,
Records on da platter, life's beat profound,
True king of the underground.
Mitchell Frederick, light the skyline,
Soundwave ruler, NYC's prime time,
From Long Island's quiet paths to Pacha's thrones,
Dominated boroughs, every club, every zone.
