In the shadows where the echo thrums,
Boom bap rhythm like the heart that drums,
Underneath the hustle, dreams collide,
With every fire verse, we turn the tide.
Concrete jungle, yeah, I feel the rage,
Pages filled with battles, write my story on the stage,
City lights flicker as the night unfolds,
Gritty soul shining, never doing what we're told.
Microphone ready, I’m here to drop truth,
Spitting visions of the struggle from my youth,
Hustle hard, relentless, in pursuit of gold,
In these urban ruins, legends take hold.
Feel the bass kicking, we riding the wave,
Every bar I spit, I’m carving out my grave,
But in this life, we build, we don’t break,
With every fear I face, I watch the ground quake.
Echoed beats in the alleys where we dwell,
I’m weaving my fate in the rhythm that compels,
Underneath the stars, with those city lights bright,
We script our destiny, igniting the night.
From the corners of the block where hope flickers low,
To the rooftop visions where our dreams can grow,
We’re warriors born from the grind and the grit,
Every line a battle, every verse legit.
So listen close now to the whispers of fate,
In the fire of the struggle, we learn to create,
With the mic drop moment, we rise from the fall,
In this gritty journey, we answer the call.
So as I pen this chapter under neon skies,
We’ll keep hustling hard till the day we rise,
With echoes of the past, we carve out our might,
In the dance of the city, we ignite the night.
In the end, it’s the story we write that survives,
With every heartbeat echoing, so we thrive,
As the city lights fade, and the echoes grow dim,
We’ll forever be legends, born from within.
Hip Hop
Boom bap, Fire verse, Hustle hard, Echoed beats, Gritty soul, Mic drop, City lights
Hip Hop
Boom bap, Fire verse, Hustle hard, Echoed beats, Gritty soul, Mic drop, City lights