Here’s an extended version, adding more verses and depth, keeping that mix of 1990s rap and drill energy: (Intro) Yeah, back in the day, it was bars and beats, Now we on the corner with the heat and the streets, 90s flow, but we drill with a purpose, From cyphers in the park to the block where it’s nervous. (Verse 1) Uh, we was bumpin’ Tribe, tryin’ to elevate our minds, Now it’s trap phones, fiends hittin’ up for lines, But I still got that essence, keep my third eye open, Like Gang Starr with the knowledge, but the block stay hopin’. Run DMC dreams, but we movin’ in silence, No laces in my kicks ‘cause I’m ready for violence, Caught in the madness where peace seems far, But I still kick flows that’ll take you to the stars. I’m from where the shells drop and the sirens ring, But I drop jewels, Raekwon in the spring, Winter cold-hearted, but the summer bring swings, Now it’s ski masks, no hoodies, that’s a whole new thing. (Hook) From the boombox to the Glock, yeah, we movin’ heavy, Old school bars, but the streets get deadly, Drill on the beat, but the heart’s still steady, 90s soul, with a drill, we ready. (Verse 2) I was raised on Wu-Tang, but I bang like Fivio, Caught up in the cycle where the blocks move audio, Life’s like a movie, but there ain’t no cameo, We hustlin’, flexin’, dodgin’ death like a rodeo. It’s “Protect Ya Neck,” but we aim for the chest, We was dreamin’ of a Benz, now we chasin’ respect, Every verse like Nas, got the weight of the world, But I’m drillin’ out the pain, let that old school unfurl. Caught between two worlds, like I’m stuck in a vortex, 90s taught me knowledge, but the drill brought the context, No more dreams of peace, just survival reflex, But I still drop science, watch how I flex. (Bridge) We came from cyphers, streetlight recitals, Now it’s bangin’ in the trap, but we still disciples, Of the real, the raw, that rugged sound, From old school to drill, we still hold the crown. (Verse 3) Uh, Jay said it best, can’t knock the hustle, But now it’s more than rap, it’s life in a tussle, Where the weak fall fast and the strong might flex, But the wise move quiet, calculated steps. I keep my mind on the game, like ‘96 Hov, But the streets got hotter, so my heart’s turned cold, From ciphers in the park to the block we control, Drill mixed with the knowledge, keep my story untold. Still ridin’ with the legends, ‘Pac in my veins, But I’m spittin’ like Durk, in a city full of pain, Gritty as it gets, but I still maintain, Through the 90s boom bap, and the drill with a flame. (Hook) From the boombox to the Glock, yeah, we movin’ heavy, Old school bars, but the streets get deadly, Drill on the beat, but the heart’s still steady, 90s soul, with a drill, we ready. (Verse 4) It’s survival of the fittest, learned that from Biggie, Now the drill got me movin’ shifty like I’m Lil Bibby, Dodgin’ every opp, gotta watch for the envy, But I still got bars that’ll cut you like a semi. You can hear it in the tone, the ‘90s influence, But I’m cookin’ with the drill, every track is fluent, Like OutKast with the style, but I’m drillin’ for the moment, Gotta keep it raw, that’s the only true component. Catch me where the action’s live, no reruns, Spittin’ fire in the booth, we don’t need guns, But in the streets, it’s different, so we stay with a ton, From ‘90s inspiration to the drill, we won. (Outro) Yeah, this is evolution, blend the old with the new, From ‘90s vibes to the drill that we move through, We keep the legacy, but the drill’s comin’ true, Real rap, real life, we gon’ see this through. This version adds more layers to the storytelling, blending both eras while showing growth and wisdom, all while keeping that hard-hitting drill energy.
Tlaneto tengo y eso es por monton Es que de Flow estiy demasiado gloton Me miran y dicen este raperi esta muy cBron Sonando duro en el componente diciendo todo de frente sin tapujos El que a más de un chamuto su cabeza a mover puso Ropa ancha y camisas xl yo uso De decir las cosas como me salgan nunca me Es uso La xtura perdura con altura diciendo las cosas sin sensura ni que se te ocurra tirarme porque te ocurra porque la onfesa puede ser mayor
A period of life living incorrect, Time spent within a different perspective, Positive thoughts deflected negatively, Which neglected me from being selective, My soul never protected from the deceptive, How did I ever expect to be respected? Once you only care about the money, The only expensive costs are lost incentives, Maybe I'm just showing my age, But things here now seem a bit misguided, All these livestreams commiting crimes, Not getting pinched is a missed assignment, I guess that's what it is these days.... When I came up, it was a different climate, We didn't find it was an intelligent move, Until we redesigned the alignment, You haven't made it to where I'm at, It's because you're not actively activated, My rap attack will snap your head back, In fact, you'll actually be decapitated, My habitat is where the passions at, When the pressure builds, you evaporated, Retracting the staments like a coward, Tryin' to say words stated were exaggerated... Cold and calculated is how I move, So you don't have to ask me how I made it, My temperature inside has already risen, You stir the pot, you'll make me aggravated, Which will force me to reek havoc, It's tragic how I leave you dilapidated, No longer free to leave statements, Or any signatures on affidavits....
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Here’s an extended version, adding more verses and depth, keeping that mix of 1990s rap and drill energy:
(Intro)
Yeah, back in the day, it was bars and beats,
Now we on the corner with the heat and the streets,
90s flow, but we drill with a purpose,
From cyphers in the park to the block where it’s nervous.
(Verse 1)
Uh, we was bumpin’ Tribe, tryin’ to elevate our minds,
Now it’s trap phones, fiends hittin’ up for lines,
But I still got that essence, keep my third eye open,
Like Gang Starr with the knowledge, but the block stay hopin’.
Run DMC dreams, but we movin’ in silence,
No laces in my kicks ‘cause I’m ready for violence,
Caught in the madness where peace seems far,
But I still kick flows that’ll take you to the stars.
I’m from where the shells drop and the sirens ring,
But I drop jewels, Raekwon in the spring,
Winter cold-hearted, but the summer bring swings,
Now it’s ski masks, no hoodies, that’s a whole new thing.
(Hook)
From the boombox to the Glock, yeah, we movin’ heavy,
Old school bars, but the streets get deadly,
Drill on the beat, but the heart’s still steady,
90s soul, with a drill, we ready.
(Verse 2)
I was raised on Wu-Tang, but I bang like Fivio,
Caught up in the cycle where the blocks move audio,
Life’s like a movie, but there ain’t no cameo,
We hustlin’, flexin’, dodgin’ death like a rodeo.
It’s “Protect Ya Neck,” but we aim for the chest,
We was dreamin’ of a Benz, now we chasin’ respect,
Every verse like Nas, got the weight of the world,
But I’m drillin’ out the pain, let that old school unfurl.
Caught between two worlds, like I’m stuck in a vortex,
90s taught me knowledge, but the drill brought the context,
No more dreams of peace, just survival reflex,
But I still drop science, watch how I flex.
(Bridge)
We came from cyphers, streetlight recitals,
Now it’s bangin’ in the trap, but we still disciples,
Of the real, the raw, that rugged sound,
From old school to drill, we still hold the crown.
(Verse 3)
Uh, Jay said it best, can’t knock the hustle,
But now it’s more than rap, it’s life in a tussle,
Where the weak fall fast and the strong might flex,
But the wise move quiet, calculated steps.
I keep my mind on the game, like ‘96 Hov,
But the streets got hotter, so my heart’s turned cold,
From ciphers in the park to the block we control,
Drill mixed with the knowledge, keep my story untold.
Still ridin’ with the legends, ‘Pac in my veins,
But I’m spittin’ like Durk, in a city full of pain,
Gritty as it gets, but I still maintain,
Through the 90s boom bap, and the drill with a flame.
(Hook)
From the boombox to the Glock, yeah, we movin’ heavy,
Old school bars, but the streets get deadly,
Drill on the beat, but the heart’s still steady,
90s soul, with a drill, we ready.
(Verse 4)
It’s survival of the fittest, learned that from Biggie,
Now the drill got me movin’ shifty like I’m Lil Bibby,
Dodgin’ every opp, gotta watch for the envy,
But I still got bars that’ll cut you like a semi.
You can hear it in the tone, the ‘90s influence,
But I’m cookin’ with the drill, every track is fluent,
Like OutKast with the style, but I’m drillin’ for the moment,
Gotta keep it raw, that’s the only true component.
Catch me where the action’s live, no reruns,
Spittin’ fire in the booth, we don’t need guns,
But in the streets, it’s different, so we stay with a ton,
From ‘90s inspiration to the drill, we won.
(Outro)
Yeah, this is evolution, blend the old with the new,
From ‘90s vibes to the drill that we move through,
We keep the legacy, but the drill’s comin’ true,
Real rap, real life, we gon’ see this through.
This version adds more layers to the storytelling, blending both eras while showing growth and wisdom, all while keeping that hard-hitting drill energy.
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Tlaneto tengo y eso es por monton
Es que de Flow estiy demasiado gloton
Me miran y dicen este raperi esta muy cBron
Sonando duro en el componente diciendo todo de frente sin tapujos
El que a más de un chamuto su cabeza a mover puso
Ropa ancha y camisas xl yo uso
De decir las cosas como me salgan nunca me Es uso
La xtura perdura con altura diciendo las cosas sin sensura ni que se te ocurra tirarme porque te ocurra porque la onfesa puede ser mayor
A period of life living incorrect,
Time spent within a different perspective,
Positive thoughts deflected negatively,
Which neglected me from being selective,
My soul never protected from the deceptive,
How did I ever expect to be respected?
Once you only care about the money,
The only expensive costs are lost incentives,
Maybe I'm just showing my age,
But things here now seem a bit misguided,
All these livestreams commiting crimes,
Not getting pinched is a missed assignment,
I guess that's what it is these days....
When I came up, it was a different climate,
We didn't find it was an intelligent move,
Until we redesigned the alignment,
You haven't made it to where I'm at,
It's because you're not actively activated,
My rap attack will snap your head back,
In fact, you'll actually be decapitated,
My habitat is where the passions at,
When the pressure builds, you evaporated,
Retracting the staments like a coward,
Tryin' to say words stated were exaggerated...
Cold and calculated is how I move,
So you don't have to ask me how I made it,
My temperature inside has already risen,
You stir the pot, you'll make me aggravated,
Which will force me to reek havoc,
It's tragic how I leave you dilapidated,
No longer free to leave statements,
Or any signatures on affidavits....
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