Street dreams whisper through the concrete haze,
Hustle soul racing, keeping up with the blaze,
Every corner's got a story written in the cracks,
Where the rhythm life pulses, never looking back.
Mic thunder roaring, feel the beat drop hard,
We navigate this journey, always on guard,
Raw power surging through the veins of the night,
Chasing shadows, we ignite with lyrical fire bright.
Flow spirit dancing on the edge of the beat,
Footsteps echo softly, but they’re never discreet,
Crafting every word like it’s gold in the street,
Beats are the heartbeat, heartbeat's our heat.
Life ain't no pageant, it’s a battleground,
With every line we drop, hear the truth profound,
In this city of dreams, where the giants roam,
We carve out our throne, making struggle our home.
From the sunrise ambition to the moonlight grind,
We’re weaving our destiny, fate intertwined,
Voices lift the silence where the youth aspire,
Together we rise, fueled by that lyrical fire.
So let the world witness as we take our stands,
Spitting lines like soldiers with our dreams in hand,
Every battle we fight keeps our spirits alive,
In this rhythm life, watch our hopes arrive.
Street dreams won't falter, as we break the chains,
Unleashing the power, we dance through the pains,
With a mic in one hand and our hearts as our guides,
We’ll paint the silence loud, with our dreams as our pride.
Feel the echoes of history, every struggle shines,
In the heart of the city, where the passion aligns,
So when the lights dim low and the the night requires,
Remember our journey, we’re eternal, like fire.
Hip Hop
Street dreams, Mic thunder, Rhythm life, Raw power, Hustle soul, Flow spirit, Lyrical fire
Hip Hop
Street dreams, Mic thunder, Rhythm life, Raw power, Hustle soul, Flow spirit, Lyrical fire