Intro
Static in the speakers…
Waves crashin’ through the noise…
Old-school drums, wooden decks,
This ain’t a fairy tale
Verse 1
Salt in my blood, rhythm in my bones,
I don’t need a throne, I sit on waves and stones.
Born in the storm where the cannons cry,
With a gold-tooth grin and a hungry eye.
Compass swingin’ like a DJ’s hand,
Scratchin’ up fate in a lawless land.
Every bar hit harder than a tidal wave,
Spittin’ real truth like a rebel brave.
Deck full of legends, crew full of heat,
Every footstep thumpin’ to a boom-bap beat.
Old world pirates, new world flow,
From vinyl to vinyl we let it roll.
I don’t chase crowns, I chase the wind,
Every lost soul one of my kin.
If freedom’s a crime then lock me up,
I’m sippin’ on life from a rusted cup.
Hook
Yo ho, ride the tide,
Mic in my hand, cutlass by my side.
From the decks to the deep, I stay so free,
Old-school pirate on a 90s beat.
Verse 2
Gold in my vision but truth in my chest,
I ain’t after riches, I’m after what’s left.
Of a world that forgot how to feel the breeze,
Too busy bowin’ to fake kings and screens.
But we sail past fear, past all that noise,
Just real MCs and ocean-born boys.
Boom-bap drums hit like waves on the hull,
Every rhyme heavy, never half, always full.
I seen storms that could swallow the sun,
Seen brothers fall before their time was done.
So I rap for the lost, I rap for the brave,
For the ones who still dream ‘neath a restless wave.
Eyepatch vision, see through the lies,
Spit truth so sharp it could cut the sky.
Hook
Yo ho, feel the bassline roar,
Like cannons blastin’ off the shore.
No leash, no chains, no destiny,
Just me and the mic and the wild blue sea.
Verse 3
Vinyl crackle like fire in the rain,
Every old scar in my voice got pain.
But pain turn power when the beat drop low,
Like a ship in a storm, still ready to go.
We ain’t polished, we raw and real,
Every verse got a cutlass feel.
No auto-tune, no plastic shine,
Just dusty decks and a timeless rhyme.
I don’t fear the deep, I was born from it,
From the darkest waves where the lost ships drift.
I spit for the crew that never came back,
For the broken dreams in the pirate’s sack.
Life’s a gamble, death’s the fee,
So I bet it all on being free.
Bridge
Raise your sails, raise your hands,
This ain’t for kings, it’s for outlaw clans.
From the streets to the seas, we ride the same,
Different maps, same hunger, same flame.
Final Hook
Yo ho, hear the rhythm roll,
90s pirate with a rebel soul.
From the seven seas to the cypher we be,
Living our lives wild, raw, and free.
Outro
When the beat fades out and the tide rolls in,
I’ll still be spittin’ where the legends been.
No grave, no crown, just endless sea,
That’s the pirate’s truth…
That’s the MC in me
Matatao_Potato
