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INTRO Yeah... This one for the legends that paved the road. Back when bars meant something. Back when every line had a purpose. VERSE 1 What happened to the game? Everybody sound the same, Auto-Tune drippin' while they barely got a brain, Mumble through a verse, call it talent, that's insane, Can't remember one bar but they flexin' on a chain. Back then every lyric had a message and a soul, Now it's copy-paste tracks just to stream and hit a goal, Everybody wanna trend, nobody wanna grow, Tell me where the real MCs and storytellers go? When spoke pain, you could feel it in your chest, When touched the mic, he was better than the rest, When painted pictures, every line became a test, Now they whisper on a beat and somehow call it their best. HOOK Where the real rap at? Where the truth in the booth at? Everybody got a gimmick, Nobody got facts. Where the real rap at? Where the legends that could snap? If bars made a comeback, Half these rappers would collapse. VERSE 2 I miss the hunger, miss the passion, miss the drive, Nowadays a catchy dance keeps a whole career alive, Used to battle with your pen just to prove that you could rhyme, Now they scrolling for a trend every single time. Shout out , shout out , Shout out and the legends still known, Shout out , had the fire in his tone, You could hear the real life every time they touched a poem. These new cats talking loud but they saying nothing new, Got designer in their bars but no substance breaking through, If the beat disappeared, could they still carry a tune? Or would the whole career disappear by afternoon? VERSE 3 I ain't hating on success, get your money, get your shine, But don't compare yourself to giants when you barely got a line, When was loading up syllables, twisting every rhyme, You had to rewind the track about a hundred different times. When was talking business, when hit the groove, When and came through, They could rock a whole crowd with a microphone and truth, Now a label buys attention and they call it paying dues. OUTRO Maybe I'm old school, maybe that's just how I think, But real rap was about the words and not the jewelry on the link, Respect to every artist putting heart into the ink, 'Cause the culture built on substance is a culture on the brink. Real bars. Real stories. Real life. That's hip-hop. π€π₯
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INTRO Yeah... This one for the legends that paved the road. Back when bars meant something. Back when every line had a purpose. VERSE 1 What happened to the game? Everybody sound the same, Auto-Tune drippin' while they barely got a brain, Mumble through a verse, call it talent, that's insane, Can't remember one bar but they flexin' on a chain. Back then every lyric had a message and a soul, Now it's copy-paste tracks just to stream and hit a goal, Everybody wanna trend, nobody wanna grow, Tell me where the real MCs and storytellers go? When spoke pain, you could feel it in your chest, When touched the mic, he was better than the rest, When painted pictures, every line became a test, Now they whisper on a beat and somehow call it their best. HOOK Where the real rap at? Where the truth in the booth at? Everybody got a gimmick, Nobody got facts. Where the real rap at? Where the legends that could snap? If bars made a comeback, Half these rappers would collapse. VERSE 2 I miss the hunger, miss the passion, miss the drive, Nowadays a catchy dance keeps a whole career alive, Used to battle with your pen just to prove that you could rhyme, Now they scrolling for a trend every single time. Shout out , shout out , Shout out and the legends still known, Shout out , had the fire in his tone, You could hear the real life every time they touched a poem. These new cats talking loud but they saying nothing new, Got designer in their bars but no substance breaking through, If the beat disappeared, could they still carry a tune? Or would the whole career disappear by afternoon? VERSE 3 I ain't hating on success, get your money, get your shine, But don't compare yourself to giants when you barely got a line, When was loading up syllables, twisting every rhyme, You had to rewind the track about a hundred different times. When was talking business, when hit the groove, When and came through, They could rock a whole crowd with a microphone and truth, Now a label buys attention and they call it paying dues. OUTRO Maybe I'm old school, maybe that's just how I think, But real rap was about the words and not the jewelry on the link, Respect to every artist putting heart into the ink, 'Cause the culture built on substance is a culture on the brink. Real bars. Real stories. Real life. That's hip-hop. π€π₯
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