Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Up on the roof, past the city’s dark sweep,
Where shadows whisper secrets the neon can’t keep.
Mask on tight, the night’s our theater of play,
Spitting truths 'til the skyline fades into gray.
[Verse 2]
Kicks hit heavy, like life’s beatings we take,
Dusty loops spinning tales only prophets can make.
City breathes in rhythms, sharp as the moon,
Every streetlight’s a stage, every corner a tune.
[Chorus]
Cipher in the mist, voices cut through the grime,
Each rhyme a rebellion, each bar freezes time.
Concrete symphony, under stars we convene,
Masked poets crafting futures unseen.
[Verse 3]
Past wounds stitched with syllables and breaks,
Every crack in the sidewalk, another heartache.
Jazz drips in the backdrop, haunting and cold,
A score for the bold and those stories untold.
[Verse 4]
Steel tongues sparring, striking sparks in the air,
This city’s a canvas, we paint with despair.
From the rooftops, we reign with words as our fire,
Masked vigilantes born of ruthless desire.
[Bridge]
Echoes of silence weave through the maze,
Chopped vocal samples haunt the alleyways.
Under the canopy of stars dim and far,
A rooftop cipher, where night bleeds into scars.
Style
lyricalhip hopboom bapmoodygrittyjazzchopped vocal samplesmale vocalsdusty jazz loopsvocalworldhard kicks
Prompt
Gritty boom bap with dusty jazz loops, hard kicks, and chopped vocal samples. Feels like rooftop cipher sessions in a world of masked vigilantes and street prophets. Moody, lyrical, and real.
Credits
Prompt by
StarRealmMusic
StarRealmMusicGeneratedApr 20, 2025
ModelAria v4
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