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One Mic, One Love 2 by René

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One Mic, One Love 2

hip hop,both vocals

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Lyrics
Description
(INTRO)
(Spoken, Female Voice, verhallt)
"We’re coming for justice…"
(Scratch Sample)
"Ready or not – we burn Babylon down…"
(VERSE 1)
Yo, from South Bronx to Zion gates,
We carry heavy truths on Babylon crates.
Split syllables like blunts in the park,
Light it up with a verse when the system is dark.
Ain’t no peace when the streets still cryin’,
But we chant down hate – like a lion, still defyin’.
Truth in the rhythm, fire in the tone,
Every bar I spit is carved in stone.
Real talk from the block to the heights,
We paint the pain with lyrical lights.
(HOOK)
One mic, one love – in di streets we rise above,
From the struggles and the pain, we unearth the true love.
One mic, one love – hear the echoes from above,
In the heart of the ghetto, we find our real groove.
(One mic – one love...)
(Yeah… rise above…)
(VERSE 2)
Brick walls talk, I can hear 'em in the night,
Every crack tell a story 'bout the system ain't right.
Mama workin’ two jobs just to keep the heat on,
While the rich sippin’ wine, feedin’ lies through the screen, son.
Hood dreams heavy, like the chains on my thoughts,
Tryna rise from the dirt but the pavement hot.
They sellin’ fear in doses, hope on layaway,
So I rhyme like a rebel with a verse that don’t play.
(BRIDGE)
Through the fire, through the storm,
Still we rise, battle-worn.
Every scar is a part of the song,
We been low, but we movin’ on.
(VERSE 3)
Came up where the sirens scream lullabies,
Where the dealers teach math and the preachers lie.
Seen the smoke from the block like it’s incense burnin’,
Every shorty with a hoodie got the system concernin’.
(Feature – Soul Hook / Sängerin)
“Through the fire, through the storm,
Still we rise, battle-worn..."
Now I walk with the weight of the past on my back,
Tryna stack peace where they tryna sell crack.
This ain't rap, it’s resistance on wax –
From the stoop to the stage, we bring the facts.
(HOOK – FINAL)
One mic, one love – in di streets we rise above,
From the struggles and the pain, we unearth the true love.
One mic, one love – hear the echoes from above,
In the heart of the ghetto, we find our real groove.
(OUTRO – SPOKEN WORD)
This is soul revolution...
Voices from the cracks, echoes of truth...
No fear, no fiction – just the rhythm of resistance...
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