Riding on the flow wave, watch me elevate,
With each breath I take, I'm dancing with fate.
Grit rises like the sun, breaking through the haze,
In the hustle zone, I’m lost in this maze.
Got my bars deep, where the shadows creep,
Words like a river, they run, never sleep.
Feel the power surge, electricity in the air,
Every line a journey, every challenge a dare.
Late nights in the studio, crafting my sound,
Building up this legacy, I refuse to back down.
In the hustle zone, it’s do or die,
Life's a battleground, and I’m ready to fly.
Enemies circle, but I’m steady with my flow,
With grit in my veins, I’m ready to show.
Hit after hit, I’m climbing the peak,
Each day another chance, each verse unique.
Power surge hitting, adrenaline rush,
Heartbeats syncopated, in this creative crush.
Past the struggles and the trials I have faced,
I’m pulling my dreams into reality's embrace.
So when the stakes are high, and the chips are down,
I’ll rise from the ashes, I won’t wear a frown.
For in this game of life, I’m a king on my throne,
With the flow wave guiding, I’m never alone.
Now I step up strong, I’m ready to engage,
Writing my own story, turning a new page.
As my voice ignites, I’ll light up the night,
With every word I spit, I find my true light.
With the grit to survive and the hustle to thrive,
In the rhythm of the streets, I’m forever alive.
So here’s to the journey, I take one last aim,
In the book of my life, there’s power in my name.
Hip Hop
Flow wave, grit rise, bars deep, hustle zone, power surge
Hip Hop
Flow wave, grit rise, bars deep, hustle zone, power surge