old rap

Back to the days when the beats were raw, Kickin' it live, we ain't need no law, Boom bap rhythm, vinyl crackle sound, Spit that truth, let the realness astound. Pencil to the pad, yeah, I scribble my fate, Graffiti on the walls, we elevate, Street corner cyers, knowledge we share, Old school vibe, like we just don’t care. Verse 2: Adidas on my feet, gold chain on my chest, Spitting fire lyrics, put my skills to the test, Respect to the legends, they paved the way, From the block to the stage, we here to stay. Turntables spinning, DJ cuts so tight, Every single bar, yeah, we light up the night, Echoes of the past, but the future's in sight, Old school rap, keep the culture in flight.