Freestyle banger-1

Ayo, check it, I'm back, spitting facts on the track,

From the East to the West, got the city on my back.

In the concrete jungle, where the wild things roam,

I’m the king of the throne, in a league of my own.

 

Got the fire in my veins, like a dragon's breath,

Every line I spit is a fight to the death.

From the barrio to the block, we hustle non-stop,

With a flow so cold, make the temperature drop.

 

In the land of the brave, where the hustlers strive,

Every day’s a new struggle, just to stay alive.

But I rise like the phoenix from the ashes of the street,

With a beat so sick, make you move your feet.

 

I'm the lyrical assassin, with a mic in my hand,

Turning dreams into schemes, got the world at my command.

From the bottom to the top, ain't no stopping me now,

I'm the king of the game, and I’m taking a bow.

 

So remember the name, when you speak of the best,

It’s your boy dropping bars, putting haters to rest.

From the dawn till the dusk, in the dead of the night,

I’m the lyrical beast, bringing rhymes to the fight

 

Alright, here we go, round two, let's keep it rolling.

 

I'm a lyrical architect, building bridges with my words,

Flying high like a bird, flipping verbs, it's absurd.

Got the whole crowd hyped, every line’s like a strike,

When I step to the mic, it's pure dynamite.

 

From the backstreets to the spotlight, grinding every day,

Dodging haters and fakes, keeping the real ones at bay.

I’m a hustler, a grinder, a survivor in the storm,

Turning pain into power, through the fire I transform.

 

In the heart of the ghetto, where dreams often fade,

I shine like a beacon, cutting through the shade.

With a swagger so smooth, like a pimp on the rise,

My rhymes hypnotize, got that fire in my eyes.

 

I'm the voice of the voiceless, a rebel with a cause,

Breaking chains, spitting flames, with no regard for the laws.

From the underground scene to the mainstream throne,

Every word I spit is like a gem that’s been honed.

 

I'm the master of the craft, with a style so elite,

Got the game on lock, from my head to my feet.

So respect the name, recognize the skill,

In this lyrical battlefield, I’m the king of the hill.