Old Mack, he told me, 'Stay wise, stay low,'
Navigate shadows, where only few go.
I saw the flash, and the magazine clip,
A world where love's paper thin, ready to rip.
Survivin' the maze, eyes keen like a hawk,
Every step calculated, hear the block talk.
From the stoop to the high-rise, always watch your back,
In the jungle of asphalt, under fire attack,
Old heads gave wisdom in subtle tracks,
Find your lane, never let the code crack.
Dodgin' trouble, keeping the struggle subtle,
Bustin' rhymes, tryna pop that bubble.
Streetlights flicker, like dreams in the mist,
Every corner I turned, there was something I'd missed.
Quick wit and grit kept me in the mix,
Old school beats, with a new school twist.
From Harlem nights to Brooklyn's grit,
Learned real quick, you gotta stay legit.
Haters in the shadows, but I won't quit,
In this rap game, you gotta bring the fit.
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Yo, from the streets of war to the hood of peace,
From the noise of discord to the flow of harmony,
I rolled through life, tryna find my beat,
My true melody, to make my heart complete.
Old-school wisdom from the past,
Mixin' with the fresh beats of today,
A fusion so tight, it's fire on blast,
Guidin' me through this game we play.
This channel, it's my kingdom, my quest,
A spot for music lovers, puttin' our skills to test,
So step up to the plate, bring your best,
Find your own groove, and leave the damn nest.
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