Tromboners
(Verse 1) Yeah, I'm blowin' up the scene like a horn in the night, Trombones in the back, got the vibe feelin' right, Slide it to the left, let the music take flight, Brass so smooth, it’s a sonic delight. Gold-plated dreams, with the notes I compose, From the streets to the stage, everybody knows, When I step in the room, all the heads start to turn, With a blast of that brass, man, you know I’ll make it burn. (Verse 2) Low brass magic, got that rhythm in my veins, Spittin’ bars like a solo, no need for the chains, From jazz to hip-hop, we blendin’ the styles, Got the crowd movin’ with those trombone smiles. Legato flow, but I’m sharp as a knife, Trombone in my hand, man, this is my life, So let the trombone slide, let the bassline ride, In this rap game, I’m the brass that won’t hide.
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(Verse 1) Yeah, I'm blowin' up the scene like a horn in the night, Trombones in the back, got the vibe feelin' right, Slide it to the left, let the music take flight, Brass so smooth, it’s a sonic delight. Gold-plated dreams, with the notes I compose, From the streets to the stage, everybody knows, When I step in the room, all the heads start to turn, With a blast of that brass, man, you know I’ll make it burn. (Verse 2) Low brass magic, got that rhythm in my veins, Spittin’ bars like a solo, no need for the chains, From jazz to hip-hop, we blendin’ the styles, Got the crowd movin’ with those trombone smiles. Legato flow, but I’m sharp as a knife, Trombone in my hand, man, this is my life, So let the trombone slide, let the bassline ride, In this rap game, I’m the brass that won’t hide.