(Verse 1)
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(Verse 1) Yo, I step into the game, no fear, no shame, Rhymes sharp, slicing through like a razor's aim. From the city streets to the neon lights, I paint my story in the city's sleepless nights. (Hook) It's a hustle, it's a struggle, but I rise above, In the concrete jungle, pushing and shoving. Life's a maze, but I find my way, In the rhythm of the streets, where I sway. (Verse 2) I'm a poet with a mic, words ignite, Spitting fire, setting the stage alight. Dreams in my pocket, hope in my eyes, Chasing stars in the urban skies. (Chorus) I hustle hard, grind every day, In this rap game, where I play. No shortcuts, just sweat and grind, In the city's heartbeat, my story I find. (Bridge) I've been through the lows, tasted the highs, In this lyrical journey, under city skies. But I stand tall, never back down, In the rhythm of life, wearing my crown. (Verse 3) Flow so smooth, like a river's stream, In the city's pulse, chasing my dream. From the block to the studio booth, I speak my truth, that's my proof. (Outro) So here's my rhyme, my story, my song, In the rap game, where I belong. City lights fade, but my words stay, In the echoes of the night, where I sway.
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(Verse 1) Yo, I step into the game, no fear, no shame, Rhymes sharp, slicing through like a razor's aim. From the city streets to the neon lights, I paint my story in the city's sleepless nights. (Hook) It's a hustle, it's a struggle, but I rise above, In the concrete jungle, pushing and shoving. Life's a maze, but I find my way, In the rhythm of the streets, where I sway. (Verse 2) I'm a poet with a mic, words ignite, Spitting fire, setting the stage alight. Dreams in my pocket, hope in my eyes, Chasing stars in the urban skies. (Chorus) I hustle hard, grind every day, In this rap game, where I play. No shortcuts, just sweat and grind, In the city's heartbeat, my story I find. (Bridge) I've been through the lows, tasted the highs, In this lyrical journey, under city skies. But I stand tall, never back down, In the rhythm of life, wearing my crown. (Verse 3) Flow so smooth, like a river's stream, In the city's pulse, chasing my dream. From the block to the studio booth, I speak my truth, that's my proof. (Outro) So here's my rhyme, my story, my song, In the rap game, where I belong. City lights fade, but my words stay, In the echoes of the night, where I sway.
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