[Intro]
(Ad-lib: yah, yah — Lyra)
Night hums like a subway hymn, lights cut the fog,
Taxi horns stitch the silence, my breath fogs the block.
[Verse 1]
Steppin' on the scene — sheen on my jean, dream in the beam,
Neon corners pulse, corner kids spit in between.
Sweaty palms, vinyl jackets, beats bleed from the crates,
We learned rhythm in doorway shadows, counting closed gates.
Freight-train heart, quick starts, I scribbled rhymes on rent slips,
Late shows, cold throes, empty rooms, clenched fists.
But I kept the cadence — practice in puddles and subway steam,
Turned a one-man echo to a chorus on the screen.
[Pre-Chorus]
Neon corners, taxi horns — pulse in my palm,
Old shows with empty rows, hunger kept me calm.
Lines tight, right now, every syllable a vow,
Buildin' up from the hush, hear the crowd learn to bow.
[Chorus]
Vibes in motion — feel it
Bass keep hittin', don't quit
Neon nights — sweat and grit
Lyra — yah, feel the hit (yah!)
[Verse 2]
Cold calls, broken stalls, managers with closed doors,
I learned the grammar of patience, counted losses and scores.
Rolled through rain-slick alleys where the street light was thin,
Spit rehearsed confessions — now the chorus pulls me in.
From the missed gigs to the mic lit in sweat-soaked rooms,
From bitter nights to bright flights, I multiplied the tunes.
Put my past in a pocket, worn edges, frayed hope,
Every scar stitched to the beat, like rope tied to a scope.
Now applause is the echo of the vows I kept quiet,
I trade doubt for sound — silent riot turned to diet.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Emotions running high — now I let 'em fly,
From the stoop to the stage, from the scrape to the sky.
Same corner cadence, upgraded appetite,
I spit flame, frame the lane, then I step into light.
[Chorus]
Vibes in motion — feel it
Bass keep hittin', don't quit
Neon nights — sweat and grit
Lyra — yah, feel the hit (yah!)
[Bridge — Call & Response]
Lead: Hands up, kin, we buss a move tonight
Crowd: We buss a move!
Lead: From back alley lessons to the spotlight bright
Crowd: Spotlight bright!
Lead: Badmind talk low, but we buss high flight
Crowd: We buss high!
Lead: Mi nah stop — mi a climb, mi a write
Crowd: Lyra, Lyra!
(Ad-libs: yah, skrrt, big up — move!)
[Outro]
Neon motion linger on the skin like a vow,
City breathin' heavy, we learned how to bow.
This ain’t just sound — it's proof — heartbeat to the grit,
From empty rows to full shows — Lyra — yah, feel the hit.
(Ad-lib outro: feel the hit — feel the hit — yah!)
