Lyrics

[Verse]
Sixteen, fresh dreams, pen game mean,
Youngster in the cypher, spit fire, unseen.
Coach twenty deep, wisdom sharp, pristine,
A duo in the making, rap's new regime.

[Verse 2]
Training in the basement, bars hit pavement,
Coach says, "Kid, this is art, not entertainment."
Punchlines surgical, wordplay amazement,
Sweat on the mic, every rhyme's an engagement.

[Chorus]
Young blood flows, old wisdom shows,
From the gutter to the stage, watch the duo glow.
Bars so heavy, feel the earth below,
Sixteen and twenty, unstoppable combo.

[Verse 3]
Battle day looms, the crowd's a typhoon,
Opponents spittin' heat, but they out of tune.
Sixteen steps up, mic's his monsoon,
Every word he spits, crowd's heads balloon.

[Bridge]
Coach in the corner, nods with a grin,
"Kid, you’re the shark, they just fish in the fin."
Focus on the kill, let the realness begin,
Every verse a blade, every hook a spin.

[Verse 4]
Final round hits, the crowd erupts loud,
Sixteen's the truth, left 'em all wowed.
Coach throws a fist up, proud in the crowd,
A legend born young, under wisdom endowed.