Yo, this vibe is straight fire. The beat be bumpin', got me jumpin' to it hard. The lyrics are sick. This jam is the perfect mood for a late night stroll. If you wanna experience that street flow, then you need to this track.
- For real
- Gotta listen to it
What the CPC: Streets Be Wildin'
Yo, listen up. These days/Nowadays/Nowadays, the streets/this concrete jungle/these blocks ain't safe no more. It's like a warzone/straight outta hell/total chaos out there. Every corner you turn, somethin' wild is click here goin' down/gonna happen/could pop off. You gotta watch your back/be careful who you trust/keep it ???? cuz anybody could be a threat/you never know who's for real/playin'/bout that life .
It's sad/That's the truth/Ain't no joke that we gotta live like this/to constantly be on guard/like it's do or die. We deserve better/need to change this situation/gotta find a way out.
Crawl The Streets: Freestyle Session
Yo, last afternoon, we rolled upon a wild freestyle cypher. At the park, a crew were dropping heat. It was intense . The atmosphere was electric . I couldn't help but tap my feet .
- Real talk, , some of these lyricists were straight up gifted .
- For real, , I was amazed by the rhymes.
It's refreshing to see passion like this. Keep it strong, artists ! The world needs more of this.
Creepin Through : Slidin' Through the Streetz
Yo, dis jungle be alive at night. The streetlights cast long shapes that dance on the concrete. We're a phantom, disappearin' into the gloom. Keepin' it on the DL, dodgin' any hassle. Eyes peeled|Sharp as a tack|, I be watchin' every street. You never know who or nothin' be lurkin' in the darkness. It's a wild world out here, but that's just how we roll.
The Hustler's Anthem: Livin' Life Hard
Yo, this ain't no sunshine walk, this is the real deal. Straight from the streets, where the hustle hard never sleeps. We talkin' 'bout Ghetto Flow, that raw beat that keeps your feet tappin'. It's a tale told through verses, paintin' pictures of life.
- Every rhyme got meaning, yo
- You gotta feel it in your bones, you dig?
We creepin' through these avenues, eyes open wide, hearts beatin' fast. This ain't no place for the soft. But for those who hustle to their roots, this is where we make a stand.
Gloomy Streets, Electric Dreams: Kreepin' Through The Streetz
Yo, check it. The/This/That night be fallin' quick, but the city's still bumpin'. Lights are blazin', reflectin'/flashin'/shimmerin' off the/each/every puddle like a million dazzling diamonds. Walkin'/Cruisin'/Strollin' down these streets, you can feel the energy/vibe/pulsation in the air, like/almost like/sort of like a heartbeat. It's intense/electric/charged, man. Gotta keep your eyes/head/mind on the/your/its prize, cuz this concrete jungle can be a/some/total wild ride.
You/We/I gotta watch/stay/look out for the shady characters, the ones hidin' in the/these/those shadows. They be lookin' to take/steal/score. But/Yet/Still, there's beauty in this darkness too, you know? The way the/a/some streetlights paint the/everything/your face, like/almost like/sort of like a masterpiece. It's wild.
- Sometimes/Every now and then/ A few times/Occasionally, you see a soul/someone/a figure just standin' there, watchin' the world go by. Like they're lost/in thought/thinkin' about somethin' deep. Maybe they got a story to tell, a secret to keep.
- Maybe/Who knows/ maybe that's what makes these city streets so fascinatin'/intriguin'/captivatin'. Every/All/Each corner holds a mystery, a new adventure waitin' to be discovered.