[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Yo, the concrete breathes, graffiti on the walls scream,
Old-school kicks, vinyl cracks, it’s a street-born dream.
Microphone gripped tight, words spark like a lighter,
Rhymes stacked high, call me the tenement climber.
Pavement pulses, bassline thumps in the chest,
Every bar’s a bullet, no time to rest.
From the corner store to the rooftop view,
Hustle’s the language, and the block’s the truth.
[Chorus]
This is the anthem of the unbroken b**t,
Where the rhythm’s raw and the grind’s elite.
Hands to the sky, let the drumline speak,
We are the rebels of the concrete street.
[Verse 2]
Trap kings in the cut, diamonds flashin’ in the dusk,
Money talks, but the struggle’s the trust.
West Coast winds, lowriders paint the scene,
Palm trees sway to the bassline’s keen.
Snapbacks tilted, chains clink like a hymn,
Every scar’s a story, every win’s a hymn.
They said we’d fall, but we built from the mud,
Now the world vibes to the sound of our b***d.
[Bridge]
Turn the dial up, let the speakers bleed,
Generations collidin’, but the fire’s freed.
From the Bronx to LA, the cipher’s complete,
A global pulse in every backbeat.
[Chorus]
This is the anthem of the unbroken b**t,
Where the rhythm’s raw and the grind’s elite.
Hands to the sky, let the drumline speak,
We are the rebels of the concrete street.
[Outro]
