Mic Check Symphony

Syllables scatter, shatter like glass in a bar fight

Blueprints in my brain, architects of a dark night

Pages burn slow, embers glow on the notebook

Time’s a chef, serving beats that got my soul cooked

Underground echoes, tunnels hum with the sound waves

Digging through crates, past lives in the brown haze

Pen sharp, cut through the beat like a switchblade

Words dance, every line sharp like a ricochet

Mic check, one-two, the sound’s heavy

Basslines steady, thoughts sharp as machetes

Rhyme schemes deadly, leave the cypher sweaty

This the mic check symphony, raw and ready

Concrete jungle, the asphalt’s my notepad

Graffiti thoughts spray-painted where the soul’s sad

Streetlights flicker, rhythm syncs with the footsteps

Past shadows whisper secrets that the walls kept

Verses unravel, like scrolls in the moon’s glow

City’s heartbeat syncs up with the drum flow

I’m the griot, spitting stories from the lost past

Time’s a train, no delays, the future comes fast

Cracks in the vinyl, life skips, but it still spins

Battles in the alleys, but the real fight’s within

Dust on the record, the imperfections shine

Loop it back again, let the rhythm rewind