Them Old school vibes, still in my soul, New school fire, they taking control, old school rhyming, pumping in my veins , new school anthem breaking every chains
My rap tracks flash back, like radio shack shatter your glass, breaking boards, like Mr miyagi in class
Real rap menace with the mask ,got the music and the cash, from the past to the future,my words gonna move you, No excuse, hear my truth, pick and choose,
A hundred Men standing ten toes down, fighting for the crown, who the best in the town, got a mouth full of rounds, with a house full of hounds
Spitfire flows , incinerate foe's, no remorse, no pause this is a lyrical claw ,from the street where Legends are made , we put up and pay , then start a new day. With a pen and pad doing the math, creating the art that matches my craft , I smashed the beat with a hammer rap,
Three to four lumps make you wanna gather your thoughts.
Hip-hop is the source to the force, writing every scene as vivid as it seems
Light's camera action, my mic is full of rhymes and compassion, I might make a millie and buy me a mansion. I super size my rhymes with athletic agility, causing mass destruction , my canvas verbal production ,
making a name proclaiming the fame, I stayed true to the game, brain storming through the clouds and the rain,
critical thinking sparking my velocity, navigating through the chaos of adversity, out of site out of mind , always on the grind looking for sign , hate to be decline , so I made up in mind, to reconstruct my rhymes,
elevatting my style, still breathing heavy running my miles
don't count me out, I'm still in the box slipping and weaving
punching lines to punching bags I pivot fast
switching gears to spitting Spears, I said it loud just to be clear, true School still flows through soul and my ears.
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