Seasson 2

Petrolhead

Old Topics

Squale

Dirty Fighterz

Calo a calo

Taylor Swift

Where the old man fell

[Verse]

My pen sharp, cut paper into a weapon

Bars hotter than a dragon's breath, I'm steppin'

Through the wreckage, city shadows where the rats dwell

Stories on my back, inked deeper than a cracked well



Cash dreams tumble, like dice in a dark alley

Reality hits hard, no finale, no tally

Mic cord wraps round my wrist, no escape

Boom-bap heartbeat, I'm married to the tape



[Chorus]

Mic check, mic check, can you hear me now?

Turntables spin the truth, scratching loud

Boom, bap, boom, bap, feel the crowd

Chaos in the rhythm, heads nodding proud



[Verse 2]

Corner store wisdom, bag of chips and a soda

Flows colder than December, but I spit like a supernova

Neighborhood prophets, preaching on stoops

Youth lost in loops, truth locked in booths



Crumpled bills for the rent, rent's overdue

Dreams break like records when the DJ pulls through

Graffiti on my soul, colors clash and fight

Every verse a war, waged under streetlights



[Bridge]

Spin it back, DJ, let the needle kiss

Vinyl whispers secrets that the world might miss

Static crackles, fills the air with a hiss

This boom-bap’s a sermon, every scratch a bliss

Mic Check Chaos

Me Estoy Comiendo el Tarro

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Petrolhead

Luck

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