VINtAGE

[Intro – spoken low, reverb heavy]
Yeah… ZONA nights still got that dry heat memory
Cactus shadows stretchin’ long on Van Buren
They switched the sound up, traded soul for synthetic
But the Goose back now… bringin’ vintage back authentic
[Chorus – slow, hypnotic, half-sung]
Vintage da Goose, feathers dipped in ‘92 chrome
Bringing that old flow home, to the ZONA zone
Cassette decks spinnin’, boombox on the curb
Real rap resurrection, watch the desert preserve
Vintage flow, vintage soul, vintage lowrider glide
From Tucson to Flag, let the real ones ride
They forgot the roots, but the Goose remember
‘96 rebel, January to December
[Verse 1]
Cruisin’ Central Ave in a ‘64 Impala mindstate
Windows tinted, smoke thick, no need to chase clout bait
They streamin’ mumble, auto-tune tremble, hearts vacant
I’m diggin’ crates in the crate, findin’ dusty greatness
Wordplay from the era when metaphors mattered
Punchlines hit harder than Phoenix summer asphalt shattered
No TikTok dances, just cyphers in the alley after dark
Gooseneck leanin’ on the wall, spittin’ fire from the heart
ZONA born, sun-scorched, resilient like the saguaro
They watered down the culture, but I’m bringin’ back the marrow
Velour suits, fat laces, gold rope on the neck
Vintage da Goose — the architect of the comeback set 0 “LARGE” 1 “LARGE”
[Chorus]
Vintage da Goose, feathers dipped in ‘92 chrome
Bringing that old flow home, to the ZONA zone
Cassette decks spinnin’, boombox on the curb
Real rap resurrection, watch the desert preserve
Vintage flow, vintage soul, vintage lowrider glide
From Tucson to Flag, let the real ones ride
[Verse 2]
They said the game changed, but the soul stayed missin’
I’m parallel parkin’ classics while they drift in rented attention
Basslines thump like monsoons hittin’ the valley floor
Every bar I drop restore what the industry ignore
From Mill Ave to the rez roads, the pulse still echo
Old heads nod slow, young ones feel the retro
No cap, no filter, just raw pen precision
Vintage therapy session, this that remission
Goose got the blueprint, etched in graphite and sweat
Resurrect the etiquette, bring respect back yet
ZONA under moonlight, speakers blowin’ out the trunk
One man movement — vintage forever, never punk
[Bridge – slower, almost whispered]
Let the hi-hats skip… let the snare crack delayed
Let the 808 breathe… no rush, no fade
This for the ones who remember when bars had weight
When the flow had gait… when the streets had fate
[Final Chorus – build slightly, still slow]
Vintage da Goose, legacy never freeze
Bringing that old flow back to the ZONA breeze
From the 602 to the 480, hear the call
Real recognize real — we risin’ after all
Vintage flow… vintage soul… vintage lowrider glide
96oose in the driver seat… ZONA, we alive
[Outro – fading ad-libs]
Yeah… bring it back… bring it all the way back…
Vintage da Goose… ZONA stand up…
Slow it down… feel it…
Ride eternal. 🪶

old school hip-hop, G-funk, boom-bap, slow-rolling West Coast, golden-era flow, cassette-era rap, dusty soul-sampled