Brooklyn

Yo, Brooklyn, step back, it's a lyrical attack, I’m spitting fire on this beat, watch your city crack, From the concrete jungle where the shadows creep, I’m the voice of the struggle, hear the streets weep. You think you run the game, but you ain't got the heart, Your rhymes are cheap, man, they fall apart, I’m the ghost of the legends, haunting your block, Lil kay in the spirit, I’m ready to rock. Claiming the throne, but your crown's made of plastic, I’m real to the core, your flow’s too drastic, I’m the truth in the booth, while you fabricate, Brooklyn, take this as a diss, it’s time to elevate. Your pride’s like a bubble, watch it burst in a clash, I’m the king of the struggle, you just chasing the cash, So step to the mic, if you think you can last, But remember this moment, ‘cause it’s gonna be your past. Got the heart of a lion, ain’t no fear in my chest, When I step to the mic, you know I’m bringing my best, Brooklyn born and raised, I’m the voice of the streets, With every line I drop, I’m securing my seat.