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s2n - spirit of old lyrics

[chorus: 44ron]
we are like a paint splatter on a fresh new canvas
always payin’ homage to the vets who crafted
and paved the way for the game we play but the way has changed
it just ain’t what it used to be and i know that things don’t usually
always stick to the mold, but y’all ain’t spittin’ no more
so i’m a spit what i wrote to recapture that spirit of old

[verse 1: 44ron]
i’m like breathin’ in a f+ckin breath of fresh air
hip+hop has been h+lla stagnant lately, time for repair
’cause now findin’ anyone put passion in the pen’s rare
it seems like every single f+ckin’ day, there’s less and less care
“let’s talk about poppin’ pills and then overdosin’ next year”
teachin’ kids growin’ up to follow in their footsteps, there
ain’t no more tenacity embedded, remember when where
a simple 16 could get your head spinnin’ like desk chairs
the best pair of lyricists just walked in
got that venom coursin’, i just let ’em talk sh+t
because in the end they’ll find out that there’s repercussions
and whether or not they abide by it is on them
better tread with caution, it ain’t safe ’round here
and i’m gonna make sure that all you fake clowns hear
’cause nowadays every single thing that’s played sounds mirrored
this ain’t hip+hop anymore, y’all are spittin’ playground lyrics
[chorus: 44ron]
we are like a paint splatter on a fresh new canvas
always payin’ homage to the vets who crafted
and paved the way for the game we play but the way has changed
it just ain’t what it used to be and i know that things don’t usually
always stick to the mold, but y’all ain’t spittin’ no more
so i’m a spit what i wrote to recapture that spirit of old

[verse 2: cusax]
i’m not talkin’ mumble, b+tch, that time has passed
if i brought up mumble rap in 21, i’d get razzed
i’m caught up on why whole lotta red gets admirin’
while we putting our life into the fire but getting bed
you’re sleeping on ashes, ’cause we the mattress, you b+st+rds
are lacking too, admit to the fact that we just set the standards
it’s just an ocean of overgrown so i’m hopin’ we overthrow
b+tches overboard, makin’ room for the overlords
a change in management, rip the pages in half and then
end up better in rap than them, spitting entire tracks instead
y’all got nothing to prove, already know who to use
as the punching bag, you f+ckin’ ass, you’re nothing at that
now and again, i’m only counting my wins, but when i’m
counting my losses it’s always zero across, it’s awesome
cusa can never be topped, always a crime when i drop
not even a dime from a launch, k!llin’ a rhyme when i talk
lucky me, it’s all in front of me, look i’m a wannabe
now i’m an enemy, get me my ketamine, trippin’, all red i see
pencil with lead, i mean, up in my head, i mean
spitter so bitter, so never fittin’ my rhythm
inside a pit i’ma hit em, i went in minimal effort
’cause i’m a sinner a lizard, a little bit of a whether
i’m gonna be a new winner, so i’ma hit ’em then sizzle
finna get ready, i’m in a minute already
i spit a dime or a penny, ’cause when i find a new petty
inside my mind, i got many, can write a bar in a second
we in a carnival setting, now i’ma carnivore getting
rappers down for lunch, hit ’em like a f+cking uppercut
shred ’em a letter, dramatical setter, everybody know my name together: c+u+s+a+x, i see you extra guests
i kick you outta my home, sick b+tch, i’m taking the throne
sk!ll is unmatched, still off the map, k!ll on a rap
been there and that, now i’m bizzack, kneel as if i were shaq
[chorus: 44ron]
we are like a paint splatter on a fresh new canvas
always payin’ homage to the vets who crafted
and paved the way for the game we play but the way has changed
it just ain’t what it used to be and i know that things don’t usually
always stick to the mold, but y’all ain’t spittin’ no more
so i’m a spit what i wrote to recapture that spirit of old

[verse 3: cusax]
i know i’m never gonna make it like the greatest
like eminem cole or jay but i’m rising up with my status
we a f+ckin’ combination of bme with a grain of
wu+tang, some dr. dre so they hate us for being played
don’t you come to us and start to wonder, “what the f+ck?”
s2n is thunderstruck, motherf+ckers, please turn it up
we bumpin’ cusa/44, don’t like it, then towards to door
no exceptions, no excluded, no one made it out but you did

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