I’m about to hit you with the traditional style of hard rhyming,
The sickness of my lyrics’ only outweighed by my timing,
We’re complex upon the decks, and we’re hype upon the mic,
Like no other hardcore brother in the party sounds alike.
There’s a way to play the game, or else the game plays you,
Those who’ve peaked or bottomed out know that this verse I spit is true,
I’ve seen countless ravers come and go, remember a few names,
And anyone who’s played will tell you, hardcore’s a vicious game.
LUNA-1 MC |
