From the shadows where the light don’t gleam,
I’m spitting verbal fire, living out the dream,
Rolling bass shakes the pavement, feel the tremor,
Hustle anthem blaring, I’m the main event, a true believer.
Locked groove, I’m entwined in the rhythm,
Flow king, no foe can derail what I’m spitting,
Infinite hustle, every day’s like the last,
Chasing down dreams, never bound to the past.
Can you hear it? That underground vibe?
Echoes of the city, pumping life in my tribe,
Street lights flicker like the thoughts on my mind,
With each bar I deliver, I’m redefining the grind.
Every beat a heartbeat, keep it raw, keep it real,
Fighting through the struggle, yeah, you know the deal,
From the block to the booth, I’m crafting my art,
With the soul of the hustle embedded in my heart.
Rolling bass drops, igniting the scene,
Filled with passion, tearing down the routine,
Verbal fire blazing, I’m lighting up the night,
Putting in the hours, fueled by pure insight.
So we rise, never settle, always reach for the stars,
Navigating life, driving fast, living hard,
Locked groove in the moment, can’t break my stride,
Flow king, with my brothers, watch us thrive.
In a world where the real can easily fade,
We keep it alive with every choice that we made,
From the corner to the stage, we elevate and strive,
Together, in this hustle, our spirits come alive.
So hear the anthem echo, let it fill up your soul,
This underground story, more than music, it’s whole,
As the lights fade out, remember the fight,
In the rhythm of the hustle, we’ll always find light.
Hip Hop
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