(Verse 1) I'm bringing back them old school vibes, Pac's resurrected Spitting rhymes so raw, my flow's never neglected I'm the thug poet, the voice of the streets Where realness meets, that's where my heart beats I reminisce on the days of gold chains and baggy jeans When rap was pure, not just about the bling-bling I'm a rebel with a cause, speaking truth through my words In this era of mumble, I'm the voice that's heard My lyrics paint pictures, they tell stories of pain From the struggles in the hood to the scars in my veins I'm a lyrical soldier, fighting for justice and peace Carrying on the legacy, making sure it won't cease (Verse 2) I'm spitting fire, no autotune, just realness in my tone Carrying the torch, forever making my presence known I'm a poet with a message, a prophet with a pen My words penetrate souls, leaving a mark deep within I bring that old school flavor, that rawness from the past When rap was more than just a trend, it was built to last I'm all about the lyrics, the substance in every line Speaking truth to power, exposing the signs of the times I'm the voice of the voiceless, the hope for the oppressed Using my rhymes as weapons, never settling for less So feel the vibes, let my words take you back in time To the golden era of rap, where legends like me shine.