Back to the 80s
The Wordsmiths

[Verse 1]
Yo, we takin’ it back to the days of Pac-Man,
Runnin’ these streets like a digital trackman,
Where the music’s loud, and the hair’s big like a lion,
Rollin’ with my crew, never denyin’, never cryin’,
Like a mixtape whirling in a dusty old deck,
Relivin’ glory days, what you expect?
We rockin’ leg warmers in a neon glow,
Sippin’ on that Coke while we bustin’ a flow,
Eight-bit dreams, coded in pixelated schemes,
We’re livin’ like kings, straight outta our dreams,
From cassette tapes to skateboards rollin’ down,
Lookin' like we run this whole damn town.

[Verse 2]
Cabbage Patch, baby, makin’ it rain,
With a pocket full of quarters, I’m playin’ no game,
A Rubik’s Cube mind, twistin’ metaphors tight,
Like “Back to the Future,” we’re flyin’ tonight,
Dodgin’ all the drama, we’re lookin’ so fly,
In a DeLorean whip, we’re takin’ to the sky,
Living for the thrill, like I’m on MTV,
With a “Thriller” dance, it’s a sight to see,
No time for weak rhymes, I'm spitting that truth,
Like I’m channeling Hendrix with the wisdom of youth,
Pop culture references spillin’ from my lips,
Like Pac and Biggie trading lyrical quips.

[Chorus]
Bringing it back, back to the 80s vibe,
Witty and explicit, we’re ready to scribe,
Light up the boom box, let the bass drop,
Crank it up higher, let the world flip-flop.

[Verse 3]
Take a stroll down memory lane, feel that groove,
Big hair, tight jeans, in a motion to move,
From breakdancin’ battles to the cassette rewind,
My metaphors are sharper than a VHS grind,
Like Ferris Bueller, “Life moves pretty fast,”
I’m livin’ in the moment, don’t you dare think past,
Channel my inner Madonna, material girl,
In a world of chaos, watch my metaphors twirl,
Chillin’ at the arcade, but I'm owning this stage,
Stirring up the hype like I’m busting a gauge,
Star Wars references, call me Obi-Wan,
Cutting through the noise like my name is Don Juan.

[Bridge]
So let’s take a step, one beat at a time,
In a world so absurd, we’ll dance, we’ll climb,
With a rhythm that rides like the waves of the sea,
Emphasizing grit, bouncin’ in harmony.

[Verse 4]
From VHS tapes to the streaming ascension,
We’re bridging the gap with lyrical tension,
Master crafting rhymes like a Rubik’s magician,
Spitting metaphors quick with precision and vision,
Bad boys and girls livin’ for the rebellion,
With a nod to the icons, that’s our compellin’,
I’m the ghost in the machine, lyrics glowing bright,
With a rhumba of syllables, ignitin’ the night,
So when the spotlight shines on the MC supreme,
Just remember the vibe we all live and dream,
From Miami Vice suits to roller rock skirts,
We’ll keep the nostalgia while we spit these ver...s.