Memphis Men

Yo,
Picture this, room spinning, bass thick, mystic styles,
Head trippin, got me lit quick
walk man on, beats grippin,
My spirit from the first kick, I could feel it, I lived it
First time my mind got caught in a cyclone, mystic styles blaring,
I'm lost in the vibe zone, dark tones weaving the speakers like milestones,
Echoes of Memphis ignite in my time zone, bassline punching like a heavyweight contender,
Lyrics creeping slow yet slicing like a splinter, felt the haunted essence in the chords they rendered,
Made my room a mausoleum
chills unrelenting.
Three six, the sound was pure incantation, hypnotic chance causing pure
Vibration, haunted beats made the night a narration,
Turned fear to fuel, pure motivation
Every word they spoke was a story of struggle, dark tales painted vivid through the rhythm's
Muscle, the shadows loomed and my dreams were a puzzle, but I learned the real chaos and rise
From the rubble. These ain't just songs, they're legends in motion,
Carved into time like a lyrical
lotion, from mystic styles to crossroads beats,
Their fire still ignites in the words that I speak

Bone brought a flow that's cold as a cyclone,
Tap never knew double time could be mind blown
I brought the tape CDs, let the vibes roam,
Introduced the town to a rhythm unknown
Creeping on a come up, blasting from decks, double time flips that would baffle the rest
Their harmonies haunting left us all possessed, every verse like a dagger plunged into my chest

Cypher sessions I could feel their pulse, flipping speeds mid-bar they would shatter the most
Their rhymes taught me cadence, how to sharpen my ghost, made me see survivals aren't carved in
Their prose, more than a sound it was blood in my veins,
Lessons encoded in their rhythms remains
From struggle to triumph their journey ingrained,
Now I carry their torch while I spit through the flames

These ain't just songs, they're legends in motion,
Carved into time like a lyrical lotion
From mystic styles to crossroads beats,
Their fire still ignites in the words that I speak
Double time twisting my history's core,
Flipping these bars every rhymes and roar taffy bakers feel the echo still soar,
Legends reborn as my mic implores,
From bone 36 I honor their lore, carrying the fire as my soul restores
Spit so fast every syllable a storm, legacy flowing while the rhythm performs
Carrying the cadence their influence warm, keeping the spirit alive in its purest form