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[Verse]
Rhymes crackin', eggs in a skillet, we keep the heat,
Street scholars with degrees from corners, legs elite.
Kicks got the drip, step splash, puddles beneath,
Streetlight glow, shadows shift, we speak beneath.
Mad hustle, muscle flex, we grind till dawn,
Flow sicker than a sick note, doc got yarn.
Lines woven tight, tapestries of hustlers' dreams,
Words sharp, slice air, mouths let off steam.

[Verse 2]
Fancy cars, fitted suits, weed smoke in breeze,
Stacks pile up, skills sharpened, hustlers' degrees.
Bodega tales, struggle stories, graffiti on walls,
Alley whispers, fate twisters, answering calls.
Bars hit harder than Tyson, no duckin' from truth,
Sneakers scuff the pavement, proof traced in soot.
City symphony, life's raw symphony play at night,
Knuckles scabbed from fights, still chasing that light.

[Chorus]
Mic gripped tight, spittin' fire in broad daylight,
Dreams hit the ceiling, breakin' through the plight.
Sneakers on power lines, soarin' in flight,
City's heartbeat echoes, thumpin' in the night.
Mouth full of truth, spittin' out the bites,
Kings of the corner, rule with all our might.