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Yo, I’m spitting knowledge, let me take you back, To the days of the legends, where the rhymes stayed intact, Biggie with the flow, Pac with the heart, Real stories told, every verse was an art. Now it’s all about the beats, got the hooks on repeat, But where's the substance, man? It’s feeling incomplete, Got the flashy cars, but where’s the grit in the grind? Old school wisdom, that’s the gold you can find. Lyrics painted pictures, every word had a weight, Now it’s all about the likes, but they can’t replicate, The hunger and the struggle, the pain in the pen, the new Eminem’s rage, man, that fire won’t end. So I’m here to remind you, don’t sleep on the past, When rap was a craft, not just a cash blast, From the cyphers on the corners to the battles on stage, Old rap’s the foundation, the wisdom of the age. You got it on your mind Yeah I'll be on that grind So where the older ones can find Where are you going you can't hide hide hide you can't hide gang you coming at me saying you can cook i don't see flames where you at when the goat says you been cooked since the mid 80s . I might not be eminem , cause i'm not slim shady but you been hating i'm sick of the d grading if you wanna cook , then I might as well in centigrade you