In the city streets, where dreams unfold, Concrete jungle, stories untold. I spit rhymes like fire, blazing bold, My words are currency, lyrical gold. (Chorus) Riding beats, chasing the vibe, In this rap game, I thrive. Microphone in hand, I strive, Life’s a rhythm, and I jive. (Verse 2) From sunrise to the midnight moon, I craft verses, a lyrical monsoon. Each word a weapon, a sonic boon, In this rap journey, I’m the tycoon.