Concrete jungle bred from the struggle,
Where the city's heartbeat matches the hustle,
Dripping swag, I strut with a purpose,
Every corner's got a story, it’s time to surface.
Punchline king, I reign in the ring,
Words like bullets, man, I’m ready to swing,
Bouncing rhythm, feel the bass in your soul,
Tight flow flowing, I’m taking control.
Raw lyrics painting pictures, from the block to the sky,
Countless tales we exchange, in the blink of an eye,
Hustle hard in my veins, adrenaline in my stride,
And every setback’s just fuel for the ride.
Concrete dreams, we build from the ground,
Echoes of the past in every heartbeat sound,
From the shadows we rise, our spirits ignite,
Together we shine, yeah, we blazing so bright.
So listen close, this story’s just begun,
With each beat, I’m alive, in this race I will run,
Weaving through the chaos, I flow like a stream,
In this urban maze, chasing all of our dreams.
Each label that they put ain't gonna define,
Just a warrior vibing with the stars that align,
In this symphony of life, let the world know,
Concrete dreams and dripping swag is the glow.
So stand tall, let your voice elevate,
In this jungle, we thrive, so let’s celebrate,
With our hearts in the melody, we’re never alone,
Concrete dreams we hold, now this place feels like home.
Hip Hop
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