Yūrei Woods

Hollow night, shadows dance on the pavement. City whispers secrets laced with enslavement. Hunger in the air, devils act as replacements. Dreams crushed sharp, brick walls for the Engravement. Chains on my wrist, but I'm runnin' Through the static. Worlds collide in the vibe Cinematic. From the trap to the boom bap, Ancient magic. Risin' from the dirt, The climb's automatic. Midnight schemes, smoke lifts like a prophet. Ciphers 'round the fire, hood tales make a profit. Pages of graffiti, streets talkin' in a sonnet. Lost in the grind, tryna ghost through the comet. Drum kicks syncopate with the heartbeat. Bassline trembles like a pulse beneath concrete. Voices echo raw, no retreat, no deceit. Backdrop gritty, every moment feels complete. Rooftop crow calls crack through the silence. Stray bullets hummin', city hums with the violence. Snake eyes lurkin' but my path's defiant. Woke on the mic, speak truths like a giant. But I'm runnin' through the static. Worlds collide in the vibe cinematic. From the trap to the boom bap, ancient magic. Risin' from the dirt, the climb's automatic. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Uh.