1 2 3 into the 4, stepping through the door, Rhythms in my mind, like waves hitting the shore. From the streets to the stage, I ignite the floor, Every beat, every rhyme, I explore and adore. In this lyrical journey, I soar and I strive, Spitting fire from within, keeping dreams alive. From the block to the mic, I thrive and I dive, Into depths of my soul, where passions revive. 1 2 3 into the 4, let the rhythm take control, Expressing truths untold, letting melodies unfold. With each word I spit, I paint stories bold, Leaving an imprint, as my legacy is foretold. So listen up close, as I pour out my soul, Through the highs and the lows, I reach my goal. 1 2 3 into the 4, let the music console, As I freestyle my way, towards my ultimate role.