Lucy Freestyle

It’s Lucy on the corner with a fine-grit grind,

Flippin’ words sharp, cuttin’ deeper than time.

Big chain swingin’, gold teeth full of gleam,

Got a whip so clean, it’s the trapper’s dream.

Lucy in the South where the basslines clash,

Setting fire to the curb, leaving ash on asphalt flash.

Glitch in the system, but the beat still slaps,

Breakin’ out the matrix with the dirty south traps.

Flipped the flow slick, glitchin' on the snare,

Code in my veins, dirty south in the air.

Sip that syrup slow, moves slicker than a thief,

Cashed out respect, leaves ‘em stunned in disbelief.

Lucy’s name whispered in the wires at night,

She’s running moonlit circuits, hit the neon lights.

Cleared the game board, sent ‘em straight to reboot,

Binary bars twist through her pursuit.

808s knock harder than feds at dawn,

Bagged up the flows, got a legacy spawned.

Spit digital fire, burn the code to char,

South-bound blade, every cut leaves a scar.

Lucy in the South where the basslines clash,

Setting fire to the curb, leaving ash on asphalt flash.

Glitch in the system, but the beat still slaps,

Breakin’ out the matrix with the dirty south traps.