Letra
Concrete jungles echo with the cries of the streets
Iron fists clash, power struggles beneath the beats
Generals in hoodies, lieutenants packing heat
Started a war, on these city block fleets
Whispered rumors in alleyways, shadows plotting deep
Secrets in graffiti, tales we keep
DJ's in the lab, slicing vinyl like meat
Turntables spin stories, hear the rhythm in each creep
Who started the war, who took the first strike?
Caught up in this game, fighting for the mic
Blood on the beats, words sharper than a spike
In the battle for the legacy, who ignites the light?
Echoes of gunshots, bass rides the explosion
Lyrics like shrapnel, causing mental implosion
Street poets, prophets of the commotion
Rhymes carved in stone, leave an undying devotion
Battlefields of sound, no rules, just schemes
Cash rules every movement, shattering dreams
Microphone warriors in sagas and reams
In hip hop's war, nothing's what it seems
Survivors of the front lines, scars tell the tale
Rhymes were the ammo, survival off the rail
Underground empires, where the legends prevail
Heroes and villains, lines blur and frail
Written by: Brian Chan
