Xcon's Ascension

From the basement, chain-link fences, where dreams are plotted,

Xcon crew rise up, ambition's never been rotted.

Street sermons, cold bodega lights casting shadows,

Grit on the tongue, spitting stories from the gallows.

Concrete jungle, we predators in the night,

Scheming on the fast track, appetite for the fight.

Steel nerves, steel bars couldn't cage the vision,

Xcon crew breaking free, made a raw incision.

Xcon rise, from the gutter to the top,

Underdog champs, never waiting for the drop.

Climbing out the pit, can't hold us back no more,

Xcon legacy, hear the lion's roar.

Masked marauders, plotting with precision,

Survival over sorrow, every loss a new mission.

Blueprints in the ether, plans sketched in the mist,

Xcon movement, can't resist the clenched fist.

Silent whispers morph to screams in the alleys,

Xcon stand tall, transforming the valleys.

Roads less traveled, no map for this terrain,

Marking milestones, never bow to the chain.

Scars on the knuckles, history on the sleeve,

Hard-knocks academy, no room for naive.

Rise above the fray with raw, unfiltered hype,

Xcon story written under streetlight.