Concrete poetry

(Intro)

Yeah… turn the lights low,

Feel that crackle on the vinyl — let’s go.

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(Verse 1)

I’m from the era where the streetlights told you “go home,”

Where cyphers on the block made the pavement a throne.

Every rhyme was a jewel, every line was a code,

We wrote scriptures on the walls while the system corrode.

Ain’t no TikTok fame, just a mic and a mission,

Words sharp like blades — precision incision.

I’m the echo of the struggle, the sound of the fight,

Still paintin’ pictures with the bars I write.

They want flash, I bring facts, boom-bap intact,

I resurrect the art form — bring the realness back.

It’s that dusty loop, that underground proof,

Where the bassline knocks and the truth’s uncouth.

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(Hook)

This that concrete poetry, rhyme in the vein,

Heart of the city still pumpin’ the flame.

No gimmicks, no chains, no radio claim,

Just soul, beats, and a legendary name.

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(Verse 2)

I seen dreams collapse, I seen empires fade,

But the mic still stands, that’s the life we made.

Every 16 bars is a scar that I show,

Every metaphor I spit got a story below.

We ain’t built on luck, we built on scars and skill,

Kept the hunger in our chest, and the fire still.

I’m a poet in the jungle, a sage in the smoke,

Every verse that I wrote left the silence broke.

So I move through the static with a pen as my blade,

Turn pain into rhythm, and rhythm into parade.

The message in the music is the crown I claim,

Hip-hop’s heartbeat — forever the same.

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(Hook)

This that concrete poetry, rhyme in the vein,

Heart of the city still pumpin’ the flame.

No gimmicks, no chains, no radio claim,

Just soul, beats, and a legendary name.

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(Outro)

Yeah…

From the block to the booth, from the youth to the truth,

Oldschool ain’t gone — it just changed its suit.

Keep the record spinning, keep the message tight,

’Cause real rap lives every day, every night.