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Vintage
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Vintage was released on January 17, 2025 by BAD SAINT as a part of the album Vintage - Single
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Release DateJanuary 17, 2025
LabelBAD SAINT
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Apollo Rojas
Apollo Rojas
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Apolinar De Jesus Rojas
Apolinar De Jesus Rojas
Songwriter
O'Brian Martinez
O'Brian Martinez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Obrian M
Obrian M
Producer
Hector Torres
Hector Torres
Co-Producer

Lyrics

I'm a B-boy
Standing in my B-boy stance
While you're cooking up a plan
I pull a Leeroy Jenks
The game hasn't advanced
It's just reprogrammed
Chant "Throw 'em in the air"
But see zero hands
It's abysmal
So much ego tripping with no sizzle
Your epistles equals
Crystals, women, glitz, and pistols
Residuals in the fistful
In the pocket for the fiscal
You "H to the izz-O"
Or closeted Mephisto?
Hey, maybe I'm advanced in age
Maybe it's time Sandman ran me off the stage
I bet you'd like to see me rocking in a corner afraid
I pray you heed before the breed's deeds rot in a cage
Peep these babies as they flock to the grave
Eyes glazed, mesmerized by the posh in the plague
I'm not astonished by the mediocre sonics they accomplish
Finding solace in that spineless mollusks will one day be silenced
I'm Vintage!
Old man strength in the scrimmage
Hustle til you buckle
Leave you red in the pigment
I'm Vintage!
Linchpin slipping through the finish
Moving past the grimace
Zero blemish in the lineage
I'm Vintage!
V-V-V-V-Vintage!
Underdog, Over age
Under Grace, In the Spirit
I'm Vintage!
V-V-V-V-Vintage!
And I'll keep breathing fire
Til my embers are extinguished
Hey, you
Get off my cloud!
You don't know me
But should study the homies
Keep claiming all these skills
Man, why don't you show me?
Or are you gassing up the crowd
Like you fulla baloney?
Up in Terra Firma
The extrapolated data
Calls me antiquated bad news bearer
Like a Yogi Berra era error
Like they never ever met the man in the mirror
This pantera fully seasoned
You just started primavera
Hey, maybe I'm advanced in age
Maybe the youth will always need an old coot to berate
As they refuse to follow suit what we assume to be great
So far removed that I can't see
That's how I used to behave
Oh, what's this little lump in my throat?
Call it the dawn of every generation's rocking their boat
The globe is full of souls who go and try
To float from their folks
But most who boast the fire to roast
Got snot in their nose
Gross!
I'm Vintage!
Old man strength in the scrimmage
Hustle til you buckle
Leave you red in the pigment
I'm Vintage!
Linchpin slipping through the finish
Moving past the grimace
Zero blemish in the lineage
I'm Vintage!
V-V-V-V-Vintage!
Underdog, Over age
Under Grace, In the Spirit
I'm Vintage!
V-V-V-V-Vintage!
And I'll keep breathing fire
Til my embers are extinguished
I heard from a little birdie
That 40's the new 30s
What an absurdity
What's 30 when you're working with Eternity?
That's no cap from the QWERTY
Who switched the protocol?
Who flipped the totem poles?
Who poked their nose, redefining all our golden goals?
I was promised every single trend is cyclical
I'm still in hiding waiting patient for the signal
From an initiative with many years of research
Who've proven lazy writing
Is a bug and not a feature
Gee willikers
They pillage the villagers
Ransack the miniatures and hypnotize the visitors
Young whipper snappers lacking character
Master the vocab til vernacular spectacular
Look in the mirror and defeat the biggest challenger
Grow in steady increments while swapping out the calendars
Hey, maybe I'm just old and grey
Maybe it's time I realize that I'm so passé
Or maybe I'm the bee's knees
Buzzing through the debris
Back from final mission
I'm ready to be debriefed
Cause homie, I'm vintage!
Written by: Apolinar De Jesus Rojas, O'Brian Martinez
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