Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Clock ticks, city breathes, neon veins pulse with life, I′m a cypher in a cypher pen, dripping truth like a knife, Graffiti tales on brick walls, stories that the streets narrate, Raised by sirens and subways screams, destiny won’t wait, Footsteps suckle, midnight′s confession, my shadow’s my only kin, Every scar’s a verse, every tear a hidden hymn, From stoops to rooftops,
dreams carve their own skyline, I′m planting seeds in cracked concrete, watch the struggle
in quagmire, Concrete echoes, hear the rhythm, feel the pulse
beneath our feet, From the cracks we rise up by the odds, turn
pain into heat, Voices of the hood in every rhyme and every
beat, This is our anthem, brought in real, we′re
hot and hustle, we′re, Concrete echoes, hear the rhythm, feel the
pulse beneath our feet, From the cracks we rise up by the odds, turn
pain into heat, Voices of the hood in every rhyme and every
beat, This is our anthem, brought in real, we′re
hot and hustle, we′re, Mama′s prayers in my headphones, midnight
oil burning bright, Dodging bullets, I′m a cypher in a cypher pen,
Like the cyphers alive, spinning tales of kings and queens unseen,
Hip-hop′s heartbeat, a lifeline in this urban dream,
Broken bottles, shattered hopes, but still the phoenix flies,
Ghosts in the alleys of despair, Hope′s graffiti never dies,
I spit bars like sermons preaching, truth in every line,
From the ghettos to the globe, my stories by design,
Concrete echoes, hear the rhythm, feel the pulse beneath our feet,
From the cracks we rise up by the odds, turn pain into heat,
Voices of the hood in every rhyme and every beat,
This is our anthem, brought in real, we′re hot and hustle, we′re,
Concrete echoes, hear the rhythm, feel the pulse beneath our feet,
From the cracks we rise up by the odds, turn pain into heat,
Voices of the hood in every rhyme and every beat,
This is our anthem, brought in real, we′re hot and hustle, we′re,
Sometimes the silence screams louder than the crowd,
Moments when the weight of dreams feels too proud,
But in the solitude, I find my inner fight, A spark that turns the darkest alley into light,
Cipher sessions under street lights, Wisdom passed in coded slang,
DJ spins the vinyl and the echoes bang, From Tupac′s poetry to Nas′ vivid scenes,
We carry legacies, kings and queens of the in-betweens,
Every metaphor′s a brick, every simile′s a stair,
Climbing out the gutter with style and flair, Authentic to the core with wordplay,
Sharp and slick, hip-hop′s pulse in my veins, It′s the rhythm that I pick,
Concrete echoes, hear the rhythm, feel the pulse beneath our feet,
From the cracks we rise up by the odds, turn pain into heat,
Voices of the hood in every rhyme and every beat,
This is our anthem, brought in real, we′re hot and hustle, we′re,
Concrete echoes, hear the rhythm, feel the pulse beneath our feet,
From the cracks we rise up by the odds, turn pain into heat,
Voices of the hood in every rhyme and every beat,
This is our anthem, brought in real, we′re hot and hustle, we′re,
So here′s to the fighters, the dreamers, the real,
The echoes of the concrete jungle, the fire we feel,
Hip-hop′s our language, our soul, our art,
From the roots to the stars, it′s the beat of the heart.
