Sharp rhymes cut through the night,
Feel the bass thump, yeah, it’s feeling right.
Underground sound, where the real ones meet,
Rolling beats bump like a heart on the street.
Verbal heat radiates, ignite the flow,
True hustle in the veins, watch the empire grow.
Locked groove, we’re moving, can’t stand still,
Infinite cadence, riding the thrill.
Chasing dreams in the concrete maze,
Street lights flicker, lost in a hazy daze.
Each verse a step, climbing out from the dark,
Light up the shadows, let the truth spark.
In this labyrinth of bars, I plot my escape,
With every lyric spun, I reshape my fate.
Rhymes like a weapon, words are the plan,
Elevate the struggle, take a stand, be a man.
Echoes of the city, whispers of the past,
Footprints left behind, shadows that last.
Heartbeat syncs with the rhythm of the grind,
In the chaos of the night, pure clarity I find.
So here’s to the dreamers, the fighters, the wise,
With sharp rhymes and heavy beats, we rise.
Together we’ll build, through the lows and the highs,
In this hip-hop saga, we’re destined to fly.
As the final beat drops, let this truth be known,
In every word and moment, we’re never alone.
Hip Hop
Sharp rhymes, Underground sound, Rolling beats, Verbal heat, True hustle, Locked groove, Infinite cadence