Yeah, Word, Yeah, Yeah
This is the pulse beneath the pavement, The story′s untold, the dreams that unfold,
Listen close, it′s the city speaking, Where every heartbeat′s a rhyme worth keeping.
Step in the cypher where the shadows dance with light, Concrete jungles humming under neon light,
Every block′s a story, every face a verse, From the highs to the lows, blessings in the curse,
Raised on beats that echo through the subway walls, Hustle in my veins, hear the city calls,
From corner cyphers to the rooftop fuse, We paint our truth in rhythm, no time to lose.
Words like fire, burning through the silence, Every line of battle, every rhyme defiance,
In the service symphony, I find my voice, This city′s heartbeat, my reason, my choice.
Feel the streets breathe, Alive and raw, rhymes sharp like claws, Breaking every law from dusk till dawn,
We rise and we grind, City chronicles written in my mind.
Feel the streets breathe, Alive and raw, rhymes sharp like claws, Breaking every law from dusk till dawn,
We rise and we grind, City chronicles written in my mind.
Stories of the fallen, dreams that never die, Lessons in the struggle, wisdom in the stride,
From the corner store hustlers to the late night poets, Every soul′s a lyric, every heart knows it,
Punch lines hit like thunder, metaphors vivid, Life′s a deck of cards, gotta play and pivot,
Through the rain and the pain, we rewrite faith, In the city′s rhythm, we create our state.
Words like fire, burning through the silence, Every line of battle, every rhyme defiance,
In the service symphony, I find my voice, This city′s heartbeat, my reason, my choice.
Feel the streets breathe, Alive and raw, rhymes sharp like claws, Breaking every law from dusk till dawn,
We rise and we grind, City chronicles written in my mind.
Feel the streets breathe, Alive and raw, rhymes sharp like claws, Breaking every law from dusk till dawn,
We rise and we grind, City chronicles written in my mind.
No mask or facade, just truth in my flow, Every step forward, watch the legacy grow,
From the underground roots to the skyline′s gleam, We hustle, we fight, we live the dream,
So here′s to the fighters, to the voices unheard, In the heart of the city, every line is a word,
With a pulse, with a fire, the rhythm that′s free, City chronicles, forever you and me.
Feel the streets breathe, Alive and raw, rhymes sharp like claws, Breaking every law from dusk till dawn,
We rise and we grind, City chronicles written in my mind.
Feel the streets breathe, Alive and raw, rhymes sharp like claws, Breaking every law from dusk till dawn,
We rise and we grind, City chronicles written in my mind.
