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Spitfire
1
Hip-Hop/Rap
Spitfire è stato pubblicato il 2 gennaio 2026 da PM Records / No Ice Cream Sound come parte dell'album Spitfire - Single
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Data di uscita2 gennaio 2026
EtichettaPM Records / No Ice Cream Sound
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM95

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bukue One
Bukue One
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T. Torrence
T. Torrence
Songwriter
S. Smith
S. Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ParanormL
ParanormL
Producer

Testi

Born bay area, where our concrete defines
Fire in the wheel, skill with elite design.
Jim laid the frame, Fausto lit flames
Deluxe the domain put it down in the game.
Bighead grin with a stare that bites (bites)
Thas right we in them streets under the moonlight.
From Classics to Fours, and tablets ignite,
Urethane pure chemistry is just right
No flat spots, bomb the hills at will
From them EmB bricks to the grime at fort miley (ill)
Brooklyn banks to macba you'll see,
S-p-i-t fiyah ridahs hyphy
Geometry's tight, so know the ledge
precision precise style culture for the headsss
Ritual grip no plastic feel,
Just hand-poured flame
from the land of what's Real.
Raised by the block now they call me sire
Never fell back never planned retire
Took what I learned, turned my art to empire
Voice of the street soul of Spitfire
Legends mark ground where the sparks once flew,
Wheels tell tales what the fire been through.
Ishod's grace style is the absolute truth
It's true tiago's switch with the crispest view.
Bukue's comes through with laserflip flics,
Delux glide wide lean krooked w/ the trix
Silva Jamie foy formula 4
from burn to boom squad flying high for sure.
Other wheel brands come and go, can't hack it
longevity tactic. Rock my bomber jacket
with pride Daewon spins like  beats galactic,
All Spitfire crew with the fireline classic.
We do work like max schaff on vert
Fresh oakland west (yes) we put in work.
The spirit of Cardiel heart of a lion,
Dubplates spinnin soundclash we shinin!!
Raised by the block, now they call me sire
Never fell back, never planned retire
Took what I learned, turned my art to empire
Voice of the street, soul of Spitfire
 
Written by: S. Smith, T. Torrence
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