Crystal Skies

[male vocal] [Intro] Yo… uh, aight, one take, no pen, no pad Yeah, feel that? Beat knockin’ in the back Let’s ride, no rules, let’s go [Hook] Mic check, one take flow, we ain’t even tryin’ Spit it off the dome, every time, we ain’t lyin’ Old school in my bones, beat bumpin’, steady ridin’ Fast when I want, slow when I’m chillin’, no hidin’ Yeah, one take flow, we ain’t even tryin’ Off the dome, every time, we ain’t lyin’ Uh, yeah [Verse 1] Woke up 10 AM, beat hit my line, homie sent the track, hit right in my spine Ain’t got no notebook, ain’t got no script, just this mic, half a soda in my right hand Walk to the bodega, old head on the corner yellin’ “yo, what’s good?” I nod, keep it movin’, headphones blastin’, these rappers on the gram sound like they read from a textbook Ain’t here to preach, ain’t here to teach, just here to spit what’s floatin’ in my head You want the fast flow? I flip it double time, make your head spin like the wheel on the whip up the block Look up, clouds split, street light hit my face, damn, life ain’t that bad when the beat in your chest Ain’t gotta flex the chains, ain’t gotta flex the cars, I flex the bars I pull straight outta my breath Yeah, you feel the vibe? I ain’t followin’ no rules, ain’t followin’ no structure, ain’t followin’ no fool They sit and count bars for three hours, I spit 16 lines off the top, make the whole room cool Ain’t no formula, ain’t no checklist, just me and the beat, real hip-hop above, we ain’t never gon’ quit You think this shit rehearsed? Nah, I’m makin’ it up as I go, that’s the way we do it, that’s the old school grit Walk past the park, kids breakdancin’ on the concrete, boombox blastin’, that’s the shit that raised me These rappers rap about the streets but they never walked the street, they just walk the line for the check, baby I don’t chase the clout, I don’t chase the trend, I chase the feeling when the beat hits right, make your hair stand up Spit it fast, spit it slow, spit it however I want, ain’t nobody tell me how to hold my cup Yeah [Hook] Mic check, one take flow, we ain’t even tryin’ Spit it off the dome, every time, we ain’t lyin’ Old school in my bones, beat bumpin’, steady ridin’ Fast when I want, slow when I’m chillin’, no hidin’ Yeah, one take flow, we ain’t even tryin’ Off the dome, every time, we ain’t lyin’ Aight, that’s right [Verse 2] Aight, round two, what you want? Smooth? Rough? Flow that make the crowd go “oh shit, he ain’t had enough?” I been in the basement 3 AM, spittin’ to the wall, no audience, no streams, just the love of the raw They make rap for the TikTok, make rap for the chart, I make rap for the kid in the corner who feel like he lost Yeah, I see you, head down, headphones on, feel like the world don’t get you, well this verse is for y’all Look up, even when it’s dark, the light still peek through the cracks, you ain’t gotta fall Ain’t no time for the fake shit, ain’t no time for the cap, I’m in the zone, in the pocket, I ain’t lookin’ back They copy the flow, copy the drip, can’t copy the soul in the track, that’s a motherfuckin’ fact I slide on the beat like I slide on the concrete, no plan, no map, just me and the heat Every line is a feeling, every bar is a moment, can’t replicate that with a pen and a sheet Yeah, I flip it, I twist it, I make it my own, ain’t nobody tell me how to spit, how to talk, how to roam Beat knockin’ in the background, bass bumpin’ steady, I’m right where I belong, I’m right at home These rappers sound like robots, readin’ off a teleprompter, I sound like me, unfiltered, all on my own Ain’t gotta yell to be heard, ain’t gotta speed to be hard, the realest shit is the shit you don’t have to force I been in this game too long to follow the norms, I make the norms, while they follow the course Yeah, look up, street lights still there, still bright, still shinin’ through the night Ain’t nobody gonna kill my vibe, ain’t nobody gonna dim my light [Hook] Mic check, one take flow, we ain’t even tryin’ Spit it off the dome, every time, we ain’t lyin’ Old school in my bones, beat bumpin’, steady ridin’ Fast when I want, slow when I’m chillin’, no hidin’ Yeah, one take flow, we ain’t even tryin’ Off the dome, every time, we ain’t lyin’ Uh, yeah, that’s how we do it [Outro] Aight, aight, that’s it, one take No pen, no pad, off the dome Real hip-hop, old school forever, baby Yeah, uh, peace out