WHEELCHAIR VETERAN

Tic tac toe, I let the syntax glow

With a sick ass flow, the beat might blow.

I reach out those with a Hip-Hop soul

And a deep mind scope to peep my growth.

I preach my code to these kids I know

I teach my folk their dreams are close.

They feel damn low but I bring back hope

With some things I wrote on real high note.

I've been that dope cause I spit mad blow

As the beat sounds slow, I can hear my soul.

I'm in a vintage mode, hit the field quite grown

But I still rhyme cold at a lit live show.

I'm for real, y'all know, I defeat my foes

Them' trick ass hoes couldn't slit my throat.

Now I flip that dough as I grip my own

Real spit, my Dawg, you should hit my phone.

I'm a Wheelchair Veteran

Soy Veterano en silla de ruedas

I'm a Wheelchair Veteran

Árbol, Fauno, Espíritu de letras

I'm a Wheelchair Veteran

Profe, Bardo, MC de a de veras

I'm a Wheelchair Veteran

Warrior sabio que en silla da pelea

Yo soy Tule El Val sigo siendo el mismo

En el Boom-Bap Rap sueno bien simio.

No soy Súper Man pero el cielo es mío

Como un Súperstar, ardo lleno de estío.

Esta lumbre en tracks es mi sueño bendito,

No es cutre en na', tiene el verso medido.

Toda cumbre, man, tiene cierto peligro

Mi alma sube en Bars es su mero destino.

Esto urge ya, ruedo tendido

Pa' recuperar el tiempo perdido.

Lo que pudre más es haberlo tenido

Y no superar lo que me ha enloquecido.

En mi templo medito, cada verso que escribo

Sobre ser lo que he sido y me he convencido:

Los miedos que vivo son retos que libro.

No me quejo del frío, soy el fuego prendido.

I'm a Wheelchair Veteran

Soy Veterano en silla de ruedas

I'm a Wheelchair Veteran

Árbol, Fauno, Espíritu de letras

I'm a Wheelchair Veteran

Profe, Bardo, MC de a de veras

I'm a Wheelchair Veteran

Warrior sabio que en silla da pelea.

I'm a Wheelchair veteran, rolling, but I'm stepping' in

Real flare gentleman rhyming with the brethren

Wise like an elephant, nice with my element

Rap is my 7th sense, Wild when I represent.

High off the sedatives, I'll tell you in hindsight

True self-betterment is getting your mind right

Being in the present tense is getting your grind right

I stays relevant finding the right rhyme.

This is what my life like I don't let a lie slide

Hip-Hop is my life line so I hold the mic tight

MC with a fly vibe, you know that my mind's bright

Underneath the lime light, I get the crowd hyped.

Now I'm on the mic I'm speaking what the soul feels

Coming to you live, I'm spitting with a dope skill.

Time's running quite tight, so you know I won't chill

With the right drive, I ride on my four wheels.