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Izzz Gino - 23 freestyle

Look around—skyscrapers, satellites, AI, electric dreams. Progress? Advancement? A new age? But dig deeper. Beneath the concrete, behind the screens, it's still the same battle—hunt, survive, protect, build.

The truth? The backbone of modern life is the oldest struggle. Shelter, food, power, land—every civilization, every empire, every paycheck—it all traces back to the Stone Age blueprint.

From fire-lit caves to glowing cities, we never left the foundation. We just dressed it up.

Hunt for wealth, trade for life, Sell your days—survive the strife. They call it modern, say we've grown, But look beneath—it's built on stone.

Yo, cars move fast, Wi-Fi strong, But same old chains—they got it wrong. No freedom here, no final break, We still chase dreams—Stone Age fate.

We work, we sweat, we grind, we crawl, We beg for shelter—behind stone walls. They polish gold, flex their wealth, But kings and clans did this themselves.

Roads are carved, towers rise, But still just rocks refined with pride. Cities ain’t progress, steel ain't change, They just rearranged the game.

Cash is new, but greed is old, The rich stay fat, the poor stay cold. They claim we climb, they swear we grow, But history spins the same show.

Ain’t no shift, ain’t no free, We still hunt—we still bleed. Every trade, every crown, Still built on stone laid down.

Volcanoes crack, planet turns, Still spinning—fire still burns. Storms still rage, tides still fight, Nature moves—it owns the right.

We think we’re strong, we built too fast, But land still falls—and nothing lasts. Quakes still hit, cities fold, Same disasters cavemen told.

Tech won’t stop what Earth commands, Steel won’t change the fate of hands. AI grows, circuits spark, But war still thrives—same old dark.

Weapons change, tactics shift, But battles roar—they never quit. From clubs to drones, from swords to bombs, Same destruction—different palms.

Yo, check the books, check the streets, Survival ain’t gone—it just repeats. Trade for life, work for food, Same currency—same old feud.

They call it culture, they call it bright, But mankind stays—locked in fight. No throne to claim, no future free, Just polished chains—eternally.

Ain’t no shift, ain’t no free, We still hunt—we still bleed. Every trade, every crown, Still built on stone laid down.

If we climb, if we reach, We must break beyond belief. Not cities, not steel, not gold, not throne— But breaking past the roots of stone.

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Billy

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