[Intro]
Yo, we in the city, where the lights never fade,
Bass bumpin' heavy, watch the crowd invade,
Got the hustle in my veins, dreams on parade,
From the sidewalk to the stage, it's time to get paid.
[Verse 1]
Fast life, runnin’ through the streets of the concrete,
Uptown rhythm while the young guns compete,
I got that fire, spit the truth on the beat,
Like a Bronx tale, you know we can’t accept defeat.
Early 2000s vibes, throwin’ it back,
Droppin’ bars like weights, feel the impact,
From Brooklyn up to Harlem, our roots are intact,
In the city where the dreams and the hustle interact.
[Pre-Chorus]
Late nights on the block, scheming, plotting,
Echoes of the past when the real ones were brought in,
Rhymes hittin' hard like they're bullets in the booth,
Livin’ for the moment, spittin' pure truth.
[Chorus]
Yeah, it’s the city where the basslines rise,
Heavy bars, see the wisdom in our eyes,
Fast tempo, feel the pulse of the vibe,
From the underground up, it’s our time to thrive.
[Verse 2]
See me movin’ sideways, dodgin’ all the fakes,
Every line like a bridge, never break, only stakes,
Spit it slick like oil, yeah, I’m makin' waves,
In the jungle of the concrete, just call me the Ace.
Drownin’ out the doubters with the rhythm of my heart,
I’m a beast with the heat, can’t tear me apart,
Life’s a game of chess, got the smarts from the start,
So I’m movin’ like a king, solid gold, play my part.
[Pre-Chorus]
Late nights on the block, scheming, plotting,
Echoes of the past when the real ones were brought in,
Rhymes hittin' hard like they're bullets in the booth,
Livin’ for the moment, spittin' pure truth.
[Chorus]
Yeah, it’s the city where the basslines rise,
Heavy bars, see the wisdom in our eyes,
Fast tempo, feel the pulse of the vibe,
From the underground up, it’s our time to thrive.
[Bridge]
Lights flash, camera rolls, we the ones to be,
With the rhythm of the night, let the spirits be free,
Heart of the city, got the soul on lock,
Stand tall in the game, we ain't never gonna stop.
[Outro]
So let the beat drop, feel it in your chest,
From the streets to the stage, wearin' our quest,
New York City, yeah, we rise from the pest,
In the hustle and grind, we the very best.
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