In the heart of the city where the rhythm prevails,
I’m carving my path like the wind in the sails.
Where the pulse of the street beats a vibe so divine,
Spitting bars with intention, yeah, I’m one of a kind.
Grinding day and night, got a vision in sight,
Underneath city lights, everything feels so right.
I’m stacking my dreams like I’m stacking these chips,
With the beat in my soul, it’s a trip that won’t slip.
They say legends are built, not just born in the limelight,
Each bar that I write, fuels the fire, ignites.
From the struggle and strife, I rise like the sun,
A legacy in motion, this journey’s just begun.
I reflect in this rhythm, my past in the grind,
Echoes of the hustle flow deep in my mind.
With a pulse that won’t stop, I’m the voice of the speech,
Every lesson I learned is a lesson I teach.
With the bars that I spit, it’s a testament true,
To the grind and the hustle, it’s a life I pursue.
Got my eyes on the prize, can’t be lost in the haze,
I’m creating my story, let ’em talk, let ’em gaze.
From the corners to stages, the vibe grows alive,
In the echo of the streets, this is how we survive.
With the rhythm of the night, I’ll forever be found,
In the legacy built on this sacred ground.
So let the world know, there’s a message inside,
In the pulse of the beat, it’s the truth I confide.
No matter the struggle, no matter the climb,
I’ll leave a legacy strong, one bar at a time.
As the final note falls, hear the silence arise,
Through the grind and the rhythm, I’ll forever arise.
Hip Hop
bars, rhythm, pulse, grind, legacy