Concrete Rhythms

Pen hit the pad, it's a heavyweight clash,

Words sharper than a shattered glass crash.

Streets talk in codes, whispers in the cracks,

Dusty vinyl loops, bringing the soul back.

Boom in the beat, bap in my soul,

Rhymes stack high, can't lose control.

Bassline thump like a city patrol,

Keep the cypher lit till the stories unfold.

Pavement sermons, echoes in the alley,

Graffiti hieroglyphs, dreams in the valley.

Clock tick-tocks, life’s a tight tally,

Winds whisper tales of the unseen rally.

Boom in the beat, bap in my soul,

Rhymes stack high, can't lose control.

Bassline thump like a city patrol,

Keep the cypher lit till the stories unfold.

Crates dig deep, treasures in the groove,

Scratch and spin, the rhythm gotta prove.

Knuckles on the table, knocking out the moves,

Raw and uncut, the truth stays smooth.

Bronx-born spirit, carried through the nation,

Blueprints of struggle, etched in creation.

Mics get blessed, no hesitation,

Boom bap anthem, the purest vibration.