Concrete Kingdom Scribbles

Wrecking the mic, I’m unleashed, unfed Dodging the traps but I led I keep well, freshly penned, my letter to the streets, we’re thoroughbred Homie in the beanie and jeans, feel the heat... These rhymes we spill it greasy, watch us bleed the Scene of emcees, on the block, like a species, you wanna meet me? (Yo!) Flash my tag as I'm slaying them, climb to the crown, ain't no simulating man Twisting them up, then I drop them with the verses, hit them hard with the gift, it's a curse when I'm Dropping bombs, beats I throttle, rhymes that chisel, like a sculptor Jaws drop, when the verse raw, smacking down clowns with a punch line to the solar See me I, go mad, full clip, full spaz on this NY Hard knocks, train cars, in the back with a can Paint drippin', heart rippin', writin' legends of a man Trackside tales, ain't no fairytales, we document the strife Kings of tunnels, scribble battles, leadin' the subway life Under the city lights, underground hype Graffiti wars, rebel without cause, sprayin' into the night In the concrete kingdom, every tag's a fight In the belly of the beast, where might makes right (Yeah!) Mind sharper than the edge of a knife, cutting through the scene