In the rhythm of the streets, I find my flow,
Steady rhyme like a heartbeat, always ready to go.
From the block where the tales intertwine and grow,
I spit lyrical fire, watch the truth overflow.
Timeless groove in the backdrop, moving like a wave,
Hood stories in the echo, each word a path I pave.
My slick wordplay dances, sharp as a blade,
Telling tales of the struggle, how the pain got weighed.
Epic bars on my mind, a fortress of dreams,
Crafted in the shadows, stitched tight at the seams.
I’m the mic champion, reigning where hope gleams,
With every beat that drops, I’m igniting new themes.
In the alleyways painted with the essence of fate,
Where minds get shaped, and the heartbeat's innate,
I stand tall with my crew, every day we create,
Writing scripts of survival, no time to hesitate.
Now the world’s my canvas, I’m spilling my truth,
Each line a reflection of the wisdom of youth.
Caught in the cycles, yeah, the cycles of strife,
But we rise from the ashes, that’s the essence of life.
With every sound of the city, I’m weaving my spell,
The struggle’s a melody, I can hear it so well.
This mic in my hand is a key to the fight,
Shining bright in the darkness, like stars in the night.
So here’s to the journey, from the lows to the highs,
To the dreams we’re pursuing and the lows we survive.
As I pen down my story, I cast out my net,
In the rhythm of the streets, there’s always more to be met.
Keep the fire alive, let the music unfold,
With a heart made of steel and a spirit so bold.
In the end, it’s clear — it’s a timeless pursuit,
Finding beauty in struggle, let the rhythm take root.
Hip Hop
Steady rhyme, Lyrical fire, Timeless groove, Hood story, Slick wordplay, Epic bars, Mic champion