DDT

[Verse] Black gloves gripping mics, cipher nights eternal, Tupac’s ink bled like journals infernal, Biggie’s rhymes painted murals nocturnal, They left the booth burnt, legacy maternal. [Chorus] Kings in the streets, they sparked the eternal, Truth on wax, spinning vinyl infernal, Every verse a gospel, raw as the kernel, Their echoes in the 808, never external. [Verse 2] Two prophets in the cipher, wisdom colossal, Pac's pen stabbed scars, truth like a fossil, Biggie flipped flows with the Brooklyn apostle, Two pillars in the game, hip hop's colossal. [Bridge] Shadows on the pavement, graffiti their script, Ambitions as high as the moon they lit, Every lyric electric, with souls equipped, Reverb in our hearts, legacy won't quit. [Verse 3] Pac brought heat like a desert inferno, Biggie’s flow cold, East Coast nocturno, Twin flames burning through the verbal journal, Immortalized legends, their art eternal. [Chorus] Kings in the streets, they sparked the eternal, Truth on wax, spinning vinyl infernal, Every verse a gospel, raw as the kernel, Their echoes in the 808, never external.