================================================== FLEX-RAP ================================================== WE ARE OLD - BUT WE ARE GOLD ================================================== ♫🎵♪🎶ılılıll |̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅| llılılı ♫🎶♪🎵 Wir haben eine deutschsprachige Community aufgebaut: Wir sind die 🔊StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: 📞 https://discord.gg/storytellerz ▄ █ ▄ █ ▄ ▄ █ ▄ █ ▄ █ ♫͙◟̊₍ꃔ₎◞🎵♪🎶◟₍ꃔ₎◞̊♫͙ ================================================== Slade Foley - Harlechryzz - PKay - Fenris - German Rebell Digger MC - Xx Spider xX - Project2501 - MC Panthera ================================================== Yeah… Back when the boom hit harder than a locker room cipher Fat laces, black Adidas, every rhyme was a lifer Shell toes on the pavement, cardboard kings on the floor Before the streams and the memes, we kicked down the door I was raised where the bass from the basement would rattle the street Run-D.M.C. with the leather, made the hard rock and rap finally meet Aerosmith on the speakers, “Walk This Way” in the brain Gold chains swinging like a battle cry inside the rain Tupac the game changer open up our eyes, rap music is, ...where our future hides with california love a legend was set Rest in peace brother - we will never forget every homie, every bro', every block had a voice Hip-hop wasn’t just music, man, that shit was a choice From boom boxes to block parties, spray cans under the bridge Every verse was ammunition, every beat was a ridge We came from the old school, gold rules, no fool Raised by Dre Day, Slim Shady, breaking every known rule Cypress rolling through the speakers, Doggystyle in the deck Old days, bold ways — put the real on the track Snoop slid in slow with the west coast drawl and sway Dre dropped “The Chronic,” made the whole damn world obey Lowriders bouncing while the subwoofers bruised the curb Every snare hit vicious, every synth line disturbed Then Slim came twisted, trailer park with a pen Made insanity a symphony again and again White tee, bleach bars, dark humor in the scheme Turned pain into a weapon, made rage a regime Cypress Hill in the smoke with the haunted parade B-Real cut sharp while the graveyard swayed “Insane in the Brain” had us cracking our spine While we chased every punchline like Columbine rhymes We used to dub tapes, trade breaks, stay awake for the art Had the Source in the backpack, every verse from the heart No algorithm could tell us what was dope in the booth It was Rakim in the spirit, LL speaking the truth Before the hashtags, before the clout chase fever We were cypher-bound believers with a dream to get meaner So this one for the legends who engraved it in stone From Queens to Detroit — motherfucker, welcome home We came from the old school, gold rules, no fool Raised by Dre Day, Slim Shady, breaking every known rule Cypress rolling through the speakers, Doggystyle in the deck Old days, bold ways — put the real on the track Cassette teeth spinning, Bic pen wound the tape tight Static in the headphones, every hiss still felt right Lunch tables turned arenas, palms drumming out the break Freestyle fire in the hallways, every heartbeat awake Beasties raised the riot, Public Enemy brought the storm Wu-Tang slang sharpened every cipher we performed From boombox baptisms to midnight radio glow We studied every bar like survival on death row Pager codes, fat pants, hoodies soaked in subway steam Turntables spoke prophecy, cut deeper than a dream So when that crossfader snapped, it was a rebel ceremony Needles carved our names in dust — hip-hop holy matrimony “MC…” “Slim… Shady…” “Dre Day… all day…” “Cypress… Hill…” “Old school… no school like the…” We came from the old school, gold rules, no fool Raised by Dre Day, Slim Shady, breaking every known rule Cypress rolling through the speakers, Doggystyle in the deck Old days, bold ways — put the real on the track “Back… back in the day…”
