

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] New York sky Old school flame Call my name American Dragon (yeah) [Verse 1] Snapback tilted Board on the curb Grandpa’s glyphs Still twist in my words Skate park king With a secret burn Scales in my veins Every flip, every turn Classroom daydreams Desk in the back Eyes on the window Mind on the attack City needs something They call my phone I’m Jake, I’m just Jake Till the power’s shown (woo) [Chorus] I’m the American Dragon Heat rise every time that I’m braggin’ Kid in the day, in the night I’m a phantom Can’t cage flame when it’s born outta passion I’m the American Dragon Jump high, let the whole world fathom From the block to the clouds, I’m blastin’ Say my name, feel the fire, no askin’ (yeah) [Verse 2] Homework open Hogarth calls “Yo, there’s a troll Clawin’ up the mall” I’m gone in a blur Locker door slam Shoes melt concrete When I’m who I am Grandma in the kitchen Stirring old tales “Boy, stand proud When you show those scales” Trying to keep cool When the hallway’s packed But my shadow’s long And it won’t turn back (nah) [Chorus] I’m the American Dragon Heat rise every time that I’m braggin’ Kid in the day, in the night I’m a phantom Can’t cage flame when it’s born outta passion I’m the American Dragon Jump high, let the whole world fathom From the block to the clouds, I’m blastin’ Say my name, feel the fire, no askin’ (hey!) [Bridge] From Chinatown roofs To the subway rails Every brick, every tag Knows the weight of my scales If you’re scared of the dark Then just follow this glow I’m Jake, I’m that flame That you already know (already know) [Chorus] I’m the American Dragon Heat rise every time that I’m braggin’ Kid in the day, in the night I’m a phantom Can’t cage flame when it’s born outta passion I’m the American Dragon Jump high, let the whole world fathom From the block to the clouds, I’m blastin’ Say my name, feel the fire, no askin’ (American Dragon)
Tags
rap, Hard-hitting boom-bap with modern trap gloss, male vocals spitting tight double-time cadences. Verses ride a gritty, swung groove with punchy drums and dark bass stabs; hook widens with chant-style gang vocals and distant choir pads. Occasional record-stop drops and risers to accent punchlines, leaving pockets for ad-libs and crowd call-backs.
2:07
No
2/4/2026