Bomba

[Intro Rap] Yo, we dive deep like MF Doom's mask, In the underground where legends bask. Spitting bars like Mos Def, now Yasiin Bey, With a flow so smooth, it’s like a jazz DJ. [Verse 1 Rap] I'm the lyrical architect, call me Frank Lloyd Wright, Building verses so tight, they take flight in the night. Like Immortal Technique, I speak truth to power, Dropping knowledge bombs, every minute, every hour. Got the wordplay sharper than a razor's edge, Cutting through the noise, like I'm trimming the hedge. In the booth, I’m a beast, call me KRS-One, Dropping wisdom like a teacher, class has begun. [Chorus Rap] We spin the vinyl, like a DJ Premier track, Bringing back the golden era, no need to look back. With double entendres, we twist and we turn, In the rap game’s kitchen, watch how we burn. [Verse 2 Rap] I'm the ghost in the shell, like Aesop Rock, Crafting stories in my lyrics, like a writer's block. With a pen in my hand, I'm a modern-day bard, Spitting tales of the street, leaving the crowd charred. Like Action Bronson in the kitchen, I’m cooking up heat, Serving gourmet bars, every line a treat. In the cipher, I'm a king, wearing a crown of rhyme, With a flow so divine, it transcends time. [Bridge Rap] Call me the rap alchemist, turning words into gold, With a style so fresh, it never gets old. I'm the underground king, like MF Doom's reign, In the world of rap, I’m breaking every chain. [Outro Rap] So here’s to the legends, the ones who paved the way, From the shadows of the underground, to the light of day. With clever wordplay and lyrical finesse, We honor the greats, and strive for nothing less.