Yo, I step into the game with a mic in my hand,
Spittin' rhymes so fresh, you can't understand.
From the streets to the beats, I rise to the top,
In this lyrical journey, I'll never stop.
I paint pictures with words, call it verbal art,
From the depths of my soul, I'm tearing apart.
A rhythm in my veins, a story to tell,
In this rap universe, I excel.
I hustle with words, like a lyrical dealer,
Stacking metaphors, my flow getting realer.
In the city of dreams, where the concrete shines,
I craft my verses, weaving through the rhymes.
Every line's a journey, every verse a quest,
I spit fire from my chest, putting doubters to rest.
In this rap battleground, I claim my space,
Elevate the bars, set the pace.
So listen up world, as I drop the beat,
In this English rap game, I claim my seat.
From the struggle to the hustle, I manifest,
In the rhythm of life, I am truly blessed.…Yo, I step into the game with a mic in my hand,
Spittin' rhymes so fresh, you can't understand.
From the streets to the beats, I rise to the top,
In this lyrical journey, I'll never stop.
I paint pictures with words, call it verbal art,
From the depths of my soul, I'm tearing apart.
A rhythm in my veins, a story to tell,
In this rap universe, I excel.
I hustle with words, like a lyrical dealer,
Stacking metaphors, my flow getting realer.
In the city of dreams, where the concrete shines,
I craft my verses, weaving through the rhymes.
Every line's a journey, every verse a quest,
I spit fire from my chest, putting doubters to rest.
In this rap battleground, I claim my space,
Elevate the bars, set the pace.
So listen up world, as I drop the beat,
In this English rap game, I claim my seat.
From the struggle to the hustle, I manifest,
In the rhythm of life, I am truly blessed.WW…