NO PERSONAL STORY - I really hate Jazz [NDC]

Nordic Discord Challenge - w. 14/67 Genre: Hip Hop with some jazzy vibes Theme: Your Hood [HOOK] No personal story — just the smoke and the light Watch 'em rise like the sun, fall like pies in the night Your heroes grow old while you're stuck in the block Time to put down the iron, pick up wisdom and walk [VERSE 1] This is no beef — it's me watching you go up like a sun And come down like a pizza pie when the day is done No one noticed your heroes aging out, fading fast Abandoning the groove while you're still chained to the past Did anyone dead ever ask for it? Pop my brain and step on it? Stories turn childish, playing with the light switch Pippi Longstocking braids — her father was a king I think that explains the crown but not your trigger thing Westward against eastward — like senior high school beef The south side, the west side, earrings in opposite ears Switching teams on a subway ride — nothing is what it appears Nothing in life is simple Like staying alive when the rules keep shifting A blade between your ribs for your colors or a silver earring [JAZZ BREAK — spoken, laid-back] Bandanas… wrong shoes… whatever fashion says… Same as elementary school — psycho rules, nothing changes… Ask anyone with nine holes in 'em… was it worth it? [HOOK] No personal story — just the smoke and the light Watch 'em rise like the sun, fall like pies in the night Your heroes grow old while you're stuck in the block Time to put down the iron, pick up wisdom and walk [VERSE 2] Go from culture to culture, travel the globe Rap wherever you want but follow the code of neighborly love You can touch the earth like a pet in your lap Make it respond — just give it love instead of a trap Don't sit spinning records from before '95 Like everything before that date was the gospel of life At least coming from the mouths of your dead idols Who asked you to kill 'em — and you said "I do"? Better popped wet than popped dead on a playground You won't get a second chance — stop before the blood hits the ground With a handful of dirt in your mouths There are idols — and then there are idols Choose the grownups, not the ones who led you south [HOOK] No personal story — just the smoke and the light Watch 'em rise like the sun, fall like pies in the night Your heroes grow old while you're stuck in the block Time to put down the iron, pick up wisdom and walk [VERSE 3] My hip-hop clothes were worn 'cause it was all that I got Never blew holes in someone just to rock what they bought Second hand, twice my size, given in unmarked sacks Had to lie it was the latest from the big city — that's facts And then I started your life — culture and your style Good taste, making something from nothing, going the extra mile Ghetto wealth in all its might, from zero to thousands of dollars If my jeans got copied onto a rich man's body — holler Tracing paper is what this world is made of Pictures of me and my brothers — wardrobes you're afraid of I'll never wear braids like it's costume play Or scratch my groin with a nine and holler stolen words all day [JAZZ OUTRO — slow, smoky] Following the law makes the fight long enough… For pro boxing champs — not cellar knuckle stuff… Not dead in an alley with no betting involved… [FINAL HOOK] No personal story — just the smoke and the light I use my head full of words to guide me right Your heroes grow old — let 'em go, let 'em rest Skull against skull? Nah — put your mind to the test [OUTRO] I'm a rioter all the way but I don't need guns to prove it I use words to navigate — that's how I move it Skull against skull is your road to self-destruction I hope that belongs to the old days — no more percussion That's all — y'all. ✌️