

Prompt / Lyrics
PART I — The Vision Flash in my eyes, Color in my sole. Smoke in the air, Taste of metal on my lips — I’m gunna spit. Sound in and out, I fell out. Time is in the flames — it’s all the same. I can’t complain, When I’m needed in the flames. ⸻ PART II — The Street Scene Sittin in the ambulance, Staring down the street. Taxis to the left, Scooters to the right. Cars all around, Six rigs down, In a city full of people, Fillin the streets like flood waters. Creepin in between, Strangers all the same. Unnoticed, noticed in the game, I can’t really complain. ⸻ PART III — The Calling (Hook) I’m really only needed in the flames, Needed in the flames — yeah, needed in the flames. City call my name when the sirens sound the same, Needed in the flames — yeah, needed in the flames. City call my name when the sirens sound the same.
Tags
rap, hip hop, house, deep house, scratch, turntable, old school hip hop
4:00
No
10/11/2025