[Old school boom-bap / dusty drums / head-nodding tempo / mic feedback intro]
[Flow: calm but assertive, slow pauses, weight in tone]
Yo — this the old soul flow from the cold Seoul blocks,
When life gave me pain, I made gold from the shock,
어릴 때 배웠지 — trust ain’t free,
I got cuts on my knuckles, but I still MC,
Mom said, “아들, 세상은 쉽지 않아,”
But my fire lit deep — 난 절대 안 봐라,
In the rain-soaked alleys, my dreams took aim,
Every rhyme I wrote was survival, not fame,
Concrete roots, from the ground I bloom,
Pain made rhythm, I control the room,
From the block to the mic, I resume,
Real ones rise — boom, boom, boom.
[Beat cuts to snare + bass loop]
Dusty shoes, torn dreams, but my vision was clean,
From bus stops to cyphers, I was chasing the scene,
My notebook was my Bible, beats my prayer,
They never saw potential, now they all stare,
Ramen nights, neon lights, Seoul in my chest,
I found peace in the struggle, not in the rest,
Grit in my lungs, hope in my pen,
No label, no crew — I built it again,
[Flow switches — half-time groove, lower tone]
I’m the last of the breed that wrote truth on the wall,
Every scar, every fall, it just built me tall,
Old-school soldier, mic my katana,
Cut through doubt — I bring Nirvana,
이 길은 길어, but I walk it slow,
Respect over fame, that’s how I grow,
Real talk, real pain, no façade to show,
K-BOYZ forever — now you know.
Concrete roots, from the ground I bloom,
Pain made rhythm, I control the room,
From the block to the mic, I resume,
Real ones rise — boom, boom, boom.
I said concrete roots, from the ground I bloom,
Pain made rhythm, I control the room,
From the block to the mic, I resume,
Real ones rise — boom, boom, boom.
Yo
Yo
Hahaha
[Music fades]
[Talking]
Let's go, Rain
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