Queen of the Concrete

Sharp as a razor, stepping through flames,

Concrete jungle, rewriting the names.

Spit molten lava, watch the tongue pierce skies,

Crowned with my hustle, the throne never lies.

Steel in my voice, meteor strikes in my veins,

Breaking these chains, I’m untying remains.

City lights blink, hear the thump of my boots,

Roots grew in asphalt; this rose is the truth.

All hail the queen in her battlefield stance,

Tiara of sweat, make the cosmos dance.

Armored in rhymes, dagger words in advance,

You step incorrect, you ain't got a chance.

Enemies crumble from a syllable blast,

Got the clock ticking, time ain't moving too fast.

Eyes sharp sapphires, slicing deep in the night,

Shadow-lit gaze, I’m the predator’s fright.

Verses revolve, orbit power divine,

Etching my legacy, engrave every line.

Armor unscathed, fists ring iron-clad,

This ain't just bars; it's a street-born grad.

Still-handed moves while the chaos unfolds,

Each bar I spit's a diamond dipped in gold.

The mic my sword, every inhale war,

The lioness roars, leave crowds craving more.