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Lyrics
[Verse]
Concrete jungle, wild vines tangle in the streets
Echoes of sirens, the city's heartbeat repeats
Graffiti murals, hieroglyphs on the walls
History in the spray cans, ancestors' calls
Hustlers on the block, chess games with no boards
Dreams pawned off, tryna stack their rewards
Pavement sermons, preachers with no pews
Lessons in the cypher, wisdom in the blues
[Chorus]
Life paradais, we climb, we fall
Respect the culture, it’s the voice of us all
Brick by brick, we build, we strive
Hip hop’s the reason we breathe, survive
[Verse 2]
Corner store prophets, selling tales for a dime
Barbershop debates, sharp fades over time
Mixtapes spinning, the underground pulse
Turntables scratching, rhythm with no pulse
Kicks scuffed, souls worn from the hustle
Heavy bags carried, muscles built from struggle
The pen bleeds truth, ink stains the page
Every verse a mural, every rhyme a stage
[Bridge]
From the boombox days to the earbuds' reign
Culture runs deeper than the chain or the fame
It’s the cipher in the park, the b-boy spin
It’s respect for the past where the future begins
Details
GeneratedDec 15, 2025
Duration1:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, gritty, boom-bap beats with vinyl crackle, hip hop, layered with jazzy horns and deep bass hits
Credits
Prompt byFutureGuru579
ModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, hip hop life paradais cultur respeckt
