[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Born in the glow of a broken screen,
Streetlights flicker like fractured dreams.
Mother’s prayers stitched in the bassline’s seam,
Father’s ghost whispers through the smoke machine.
Afro drums call me back to the root,
But I’m laced with wires, steel-toed boots.
Every rhyme I craft is a blade I s***t,
Cut through the noise, let the prophets compute.
[Hook]
Rise in the static, f***t in the fire,
B**t of the drum takes the crowd higher.
Neon in my veins, rage in my choir,
Future of the street — we don’t tire.
[Verse 2]
I’m a glitch in the matrix, data-born native,
Bars so invasive, invasive species contagious.
Break beats with my teeth, chew riffs outrageous,
Every cadence cascading, my rage is ageless.
Microchip sermon with a hostile tone,
Flip syllables quicker than a cyclone blown.
Metal riff ripping through the microphone,
I’m a fire in the system you can’t disown.
[Hook]
Rise in the static, f***t in the fire,
B**t of the drum takes the crowd higher.
Neon in my veins, rage in my choir,
Future of the street — we don’t tire.
[Verse 3]
From the gutters of code to the temples of bass,
I’ve been carving my scars in this digital space.
Afro soul in my chest, cyber spark in my face,
Metal b***d in my fists — no power misplaced.
This is struggle and strength, history and tech,
My ancestors drum while the synths intersect.
I rap with a blade, intellect on deck,
Leave truth in the ruins where the lies collect.
[Bridge]
We are the children of chaos,
Raised by the rhythm of machines,
Our voices cut sharper than steel,
And our fire will never die.
[Hook]
Rise in the static, f***t in the fire,
B**t of the drum takes the crowd higher.
Neon in my veins, rage in my choir,
Future of the street — we don’t tire.
[Outro]
