[Intro – gesprochen, männlich mit Grinsen in der Stimme]
Ayo, this that basement vibe...
Smells like weed, sweat, and old records in here.
Let’s gooo...
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[Verse 1]
I step in the spot like I live in the booth,
With a spliff and the truth, wearin' Timberlands loose.
Ain’t no glitter on my lyrics, I spit ‘em uncooked,
Bars thicker than your mama’s Sunday soul food book.
I got a method to madness, a method to rhyme,
I’m that echo in your hallway when the cypher rewind.
Got that Redman grin when the beat go stupid,
I’ll smack a mumble rapper out his auto-tuned cubic.
I don’t floss, I don’t brag, I just rap for the heads,
Where the flows hit heavy like your grandma’s bed.
I’m that dude on the crate flippin’ samples from vinyl,
And my lines hit deep like scriptures in Bibles.
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[Bridge – weibliche Soul-Stimme, sanft & cool]
Rugged and real... that’s just how it feel...
No chains, no deals... just pain and skill...
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[Verse 2]
I'm that porch-smoke prophet, the flow stay toxic,
Catch me in the corner with a pen and a logic.
Every rhyme laced tight like braids in the summer,
And I’m sharper than the flick of your old box-cutter.
I been nice since the first GameBoy and cassettes,
While y’all was playin' TikTok, I was choppin' presets.
No gimmicks, no filters, I’m grown with the spit,
And I still got that stank face when the kickdrum hit.
From the gutter to the groove, I maneuver with soul,
Turn pain into poetry, I’m smooth but bold.
So if the DJ spin it, better clear that floor,
‘Cause I’m cookin’ up the heat like a gas stove roar.
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[Outro – beide Stimmen, nacheinander, cool und easy]
🧔🏽: Yo Red, pass the blunt, lemme get one mo’ verse...
👩🏽: Nah baby, you killed it – let that joint rehearse.
🧔🏽: True that... rugged & real, we out.
👩🏽: Peace.
MaryJane420
