Mic spirit flows through the veins of the night,
City soul awakened, watch the skyline ignite.
Street flow’s electric, every corner’s alive,
Rhythm storm dropping, feel the heartbeat thrive.
Hustle dreams flare like a wildfire’s glow,
In the urban jungle, where the strong survive the blow.
Lyrical fire blazing, spitting truth on the beat,
Urban rebel standing, never accept defeat.
Concrete jungle whispers tales from the grind,
Step into my zone, leave the fakes behind.
Echoes of ambition in the chambers of my chest,
Every verse a manifesto, putting passion to the test.
Graffiti dreams painted on the walls of the past,
With every rhyme I drop, I'm free at last.
Voices rising up, gotta make a mark,
In the heart of the struggle, igniting the spark.
Caught in the hustle, we dance with the night,
Chasing after visions, till we find that light.
Urban symphony trapped in a melodic swirl,
Street poets and dreamers painting life in a whirl.
Together we roar, let the world hear our sound,
From the depths of the city, we’re breaking new ground.
This is the anthem, the story of our fight,
Every line a revolution, shining ever so bright.
So here’s to the journey, to the highs and the lows,
In this tapestry of life, together we compose.
No matter the struggle, we’ll stand tall and bold,
For in our hearts, we carry a fire, never controlled.
With every step taken, we rewrite our fate,
For the urban pulse beats on, it’s never too late.
So remember this moment, keep your dreams in sight,
In the rhythm of the city, we’ll forever ignite.
Hip Hop
Mic spirit, City soul, Street flow, Rhythm storm, Hustle dreams, Lyrical fire, Urban rebel
Hip Hop
Mic spirit, City soul, Street flow, Rhythm storm, Hustle dreams, Lyrical fire, Urban rebel