[Verse 1]
I come through with the heat, never miss a beat
Yeah, you haters talk a lot of shit but walk on this lyrical street
I was born with the rhythm and born to make 'em listen
Spitfire on the mic, leave these rappers reminiscin'
My flow is so sick, it's like a viral infection
King of the game, ain't no need for an election
I got bars for days, my rhymes never decay
I'm the real deal, while these other rappers just play
The one they all tryna imitate, but can't duplicatе
A legend in the making, just watch and wait

[Verse 2]
From thе city where the concrete jungle roars
Where the nights are long and the days are a constant war
Where the struggles and the pain, fuel the inspiration
Where the people are the voice, and the music's the translation
I'm a product of the struggle, born to rise above
My life's a story that the world needs to know and love
A master of the craft, my rhymes sharp like a knife
I spit truth through the mic, shedding light on this life
A voice for the voiceless, speaking truth to the power
I won't be silenced, and my words will never cower
I'm a force to be reckoned with, and they can't hold me down
A hip-hop artist and my words wear the crown