Mic Check Chronicles

Bars heavy, drop anvils, breakin' the floor

Pen sharp, samurai swing, cuttin' through lore

Old school essence, vinyl crackle galore

Blueprint the cipher, buildin' rhymes to explore

Yo, my words hit harder than an unpaid debt

Every syllable I spit, drippin' ink with no sweat

Mic cord’s a serpent, wrappin' necks in a net

Snake charmer of the beat, never breakin' a step

Boom bap echoes, through the alleyways’ gloom

Basement tapes blastin', beats shake the room

Ink bleeds on the pad, birthin' verses that bloom

Street poet with the craft, pen’s a sonic boom

Timeless flow, keep tickin', no batteries in the clock

Every rhyme’s a gem, words chiseled from the rock

Tongue's a paintbrush, splatter thoughts on the block

Canvas of the culture, framed tight in the shock

Echoes of legends, ghost shadows in my lines

Cipher's a séance, resurrectin' old designs

Raw energy burst, auras crossin' the confines

Boom bap eternal, spinnin' back through the times

Concrete jungle’s voice, shoutin' loud through the mist

Every bar a landmark, carved deep in the twist

Passion’s a weapon, aim sharp, never missed

Scripted revolution, every rhyme’s a clenched fist