Хардкор Улиц (Агрессивный Рэп)

I step into the booth and I shatter the glass You fakes talking trash, but you running out of gas I was born in the trenches where the demons reside Where you swallow your fear and you swallow your pride Ain't no Hollywood endings in the city I roam Just broken concrete and a broken down home My lyrics hit heavy like a brick to the jaw I represent the rugged, the real, and the raw I don't play for the radio, I play for the block The lyrical ticking time bomb on the clock I see through the facade, I see the shaking in your knees I spread through the underground like a fast disease I'm spitting pure venom on a boom bap beat I'm the voice of the struggle, I'm the voice of the street You flashing your jewelry, but your spirit is weak I strike like a panther every time that I speak So recognize the real when it stands in your face Before I completely erase your whole space No chorus required, I just bring the fire Elevating the game, taking it higher and higher!