verse 1
The era ya boShovel is gone
But it shall be remembered through songs
Nigga, I'm really proud of where I'm from
'Cause nobody wanna blow up,we no military bombs
Everybody know the legacy is strong from
Kaydo, Mawe2 down to Battlekat
Streetbeats salsa deep-rooted
I done schooled students on stages because I murder raps
And united we shall conquer
Vaal Triangular we stronger
We the chosen generation that has never made it
Inspired by greatness so eventually we prosper
A concept that is often told but never done
Is feasting on the souls of the grown and old
Now it's coming for the young
Homey I'm resenting this shit, presenting these hits
When I spit from the depth of my lungs
Homey I'm preventing the sick, tongue very slick
Scare the wack every time that I come
That's how I was taught as a rapper to be number one
Only built with indigos never everyone
When they do this for the fun, we do this for the love
That's how we live,
Talk to the heavens and the Gods above
hook
All we did was rhyme, all we did was rhyme
Back in the day
All we did was rhyme, all we did was rhyme
Back in the day
All we did was rhyme, all we did was rhyme
Back in the day
All we did was rhyme, all we did was rhyme
All we did was rhyme
When the concept of grabbing an invisible mic
In every cypher nearly blew up your mind
All we did was rhyme, all we did was rhyme
When hip hop and cyphers never really had a lot of people
And society would label it as evil
All we did was rhyme, all we did was rhyme
All we did was rhyme nigga, all we did was rhyme
All we did was rhyme, first thing was rhymes nigga
verse 2
Met up with a couple'a guys
The Gremlins and Brians, the combo sublime
In high, school all we did was rhyme
Perfecting the style
We were nearly at prime
In the era of Milanos,
The Versace niggas matching in Chanjo's
We were forever spitting,forever caught in the lyric
And that's the lesson,
Generally making sure that there are art knows, Vaal knows
Even grew myself some conrows
In the hood my name blew like the creation of an afro
Who you busy muffing on these bongos, Bongo Muffin
Darklisted is a soldier
I really rock if that's the synonym of stoners
My kind's slept on like sofas
Flex hard on yoga
Spazz hard with the fat of doughnuts
I go hard, my battle days are overs
But it don't mean you ain't getting these dope bars
My flow's literally known to drive these chauffeurs
It's a wack show if I ain't on the poster
(Dog, out)
