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Lyrics
[Verse]
Concrete jungle, my pen’s machete,
Chopping through the vines, streets stay petty.
Pocket full of lint, dreams still heavy,
Stomach growls louder than an old-school Chevy.
Hustle on my breath, ambition in my veins,
City rains pain, tattooed with stains.
Every block a sermon, preacher in chains,
Preaching survival, dodging the flames.
[Chorus]
Mic check, mic check, one-two, one-two,
Lost in the maze, but the rhyme breaks through.
Echo in the alleys, shadows pursue,
Life’s a tightrope, and I’m lacing my shoes.
[Verse 2]
Pavement whispers, stories untold,
Rats play chess where the heat turns cold.
Dreams get pawned for a pocket of gold,
But the king still stands, his spirit won’t fold.
Truth in the cracks of graffiti decay,
Hope spray-painted where the lost kids play.
Chasing tomorrow, we’re stuck in today,
But the beat keeps thumping, guiding the way.
[Chorus]
Mic check, mic check, one-two, one-two,
Lost in the maze, but the rhyme breaks through.
Echo in the alleys, shadows pursue,
Life’s a tightrope, and I’m lacing my shoes.
Details
GeneratedDec 17, 2025
Duration1:26
LanguageTurkish
Style
rap, hip hop, boom bap, heavy bassline with chopped soul samples, gritty
Credits
Prompt byPsychedelicHarmonic820
ModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, hip hop
