歌词
Yo, yo, ah ah,
[Verse 1]
Yo, Big L, catalyst, rhymes tight, grip like a vise/
Spitting metaphors and similes, cold as ice/
Visionary street scribe, Harlem’s own device/
Words slice through the beat, precision, no think twice/
Biggie Smalls, the storyseller, Brooklyn’s crown/
Lyrical heavyweight, king with the sound/
Verses rich, dense, laying life’s blueprint down/
Every bar a mural, each track a gown/
[Chorus 2x]
For the titans who sculpted the scene/
Their echoes vibrate, forever pristine/
From curb to the crown, they lived the dream/
Rap gods immortal, in the genre supreme/
[Verse 2]
Yo, 2Pac, the rebel, passion in each cadence/
His words wrestle injustice, relentless, no patience/
West side warrior, truth in all phrases/
Living through his letters, wisdom of the ages/
Crafting narratives, reflections that resonate/
Voices of the streets that we commemorate/
Their tales are eternal, in bars, they liberate/
Foundations they laid, in stone, we replicate/
[Chorus 3x]
For the titans who sculpted the scene/
Their echoes vibrate, forever pristine/
From curb to the crown, they lived the dream/
Rap gods immortal, in the genre supreme/
[Verse 2]
Yo, 2Pac, the rebel, passion in each cadence/
His words wrestle injustice, relentless, no patience/
West side warrior, truth in all phrases/
Living through his letters, wisdom of the ages/
Crafting narratives, reflections that resonate/
Voices of the streets that we commemorate/
Their tales are eternal, in bars, they liberate/
Foundations they laid, in stone, we replicate/
[Chorus 2x]
For the titans who sculpted the scene/
Their echoes vibrate, forever pristine/
From curb to the crown, they lived the dream/
Rap gods immortal, in the genre supreme/
[Verse 3]
Yo, Echoes of the forefathers, shaping the beats/
From tales of triumph to the harshest defeats/
Legacies that leap/ from the streets/ to the peaks/
Their spirits in the studio, every time the track leaks/
Influence vast/, their voices still teach/
Masters of the craft/, they forever preach/
From the vinyl to the stream, their reach/
Rap’s pantheon, where legends beseech/
[Outro]
Salute to the kings, their rhymes never cease/
In the rhythm of the streets, they find their peace/
Through us, their saga continues, never to decrease/
Titans of rhyme, in history, their lease/
[Outro]
This is the cipher, the eternal flame/
Giants of the game/ etched in the hall of fame/ (Salute to the KINGS)
[END]
