(Verse 1) Filip Markok, a legend in the making, Rising to the top, no steps he's forsaking. From the hustle of dawn to the dreams at night, His journey's a story, pure dynamite. (Chorus) Filip Markok, carving his own fate, In the hustle and grind, no time to wait. From the city lights to the mountain's peak, Markok's the name every street's gonna speak. (Verse 2) From the archipelago to the urban street, Markok's rhythm, a heartbeat, so sweet. In the chaos of life, he finds his rhyme, In the hustle and bustle, he's ahead of time. (Chorus) Filip Markok, carving his own fate, In the hustle and grind, no time to wait. From the city lights to the mountain's peak, Markok's the name every street's gonna speak. (Bridge) Through challenges faced, he stands tall, Markok's anthem echoes in every city hall. From the lowlands to the mountain's crown, His legacy spreads, all around. (Verse 3) Filip Markok, in the spotlight's glare, A maestro of life, he's aware. With verses like rivers, flowing so deep, Markok's the rhythm every soul wants to keep. (Chorus) Filip Markok, carving his own fate, In the hustle and grind, no time to wait. From the city lights