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Verse 1: Back in the day, I was just spitting, no rhythm, Words in a jumble, no vision, just living, Thought I was hard, but I was soft like a feather, Talking on beats like I was lost in the weather. Now I’m back with a flow, got the cadence refined, Used to stumble on lines, now I’m one of a kind, From the basement to stages, I’m carving my lane, Old tracks in the vault, now I’m breaking the chain. Verse 2: Used to mumble and fumble, my bars were a mess, Now I’m weaving my thoughts, like I’m blessed with finesse, Every syllable’s sharp, got the sharpest of pens, Old me was a joke, but now I’m making amends. Got that chill vibe, but the fire’s alive, From the shadows I rise, now I’m ready to thrive, New music hits harder, it’s a whole different game, Evolving my sound, but I’ll never be the same.
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Verse 1: Back in the day, I was just spitting, no rhythm, Words in a jumble, no vision, just living, Thought I was hard, but I was soft like a feather, Talking on beats like I was lost in the weather. Now I’m back with a flow, got the cadence refined, Used to stumble on lines, now I’m one of a kind, From the basement to stages, I’m carving my lane, Old tracks in the vault, now I’m breaking the chain. Verse 2: Used to mumble and fumble, my bars were a mess, Now I’m weaving my thoughts, like I’m blessed with finesse, Every syllable’s sharp, got the sharpest of pens, Old me was a joke, but now I’m making amends. Got that chill vibe, but the fire’s alive, From the shadows I rise, now I’m ready to thrive, New music hits harder, it’s a whole different game, Evolving my sound, but I’ll never be the same.