Diesel Motion - Master Of The Tower Block

Yeah… High-rise kingdom… Concrete crown… I’m the master of the tower block now bro… Came from the cold where the frost don’t fade, Where the lift’s broke down and the rent gets paid With a prayer, with a graft, with a chest full rage, But I stayed on track like a train on rails. Grew up where the streetlights flicker like pain, Mandem posted with a pocket full blame, Council keys with a lifetime stain, But I carved my name in the wall like flame. Fast lane heart with a block-born spirit, Every setback? Nah, man, I inherit Every scar from the block, then I channel and steer it, Turn fear to a force when I stand and I hear it. Whispers in the vents say “life don’t care,” But I run that roof like the king up there. Look down on the flats with a steel-cold stare, ‘Cause a master of the block don’t fold, don’t tear. Master of the tower block — Crown so heavy that the sky might drop. Came from the bottom but I stayed on top, And the whole estate knows that I can’t be stopped. Master of the tower block — Hustle in my veins like the clocks don’t stop. Rise from the rubble with a concrete shock, Now I run the whole block with a bolt-lock pop. Lightning lungs on a staircase climb, Echo through halls like I’m bending time. Man said “Leave,” I said “Watch me shine,” Now they all replay what I designed. Bar after bar like a pump-action snap, Flow so mad that it ruptures maps. Heart so street that it thumps in flats, Every beat bangs like a council slap. Block-boy born with a scope for the skies, Never had wings so I built my rise. Rain on the roof and a storm in my eyes, Now I walk with a force that electrifies. Came from the grit where the hope runs thin, But I broke my chains with a jaw-tight grin. Every no I got turned a yes within, Now I guard this block like a lion-king spin. Master of the tower block — Crown so heavy that the sky might drop. Came from the bottom but I stayed on top, And the whole estate knows that I can’t be stopped. Master of the tower block — Hustle in my veins like the clocks don’t stop. Rise from the rubble with a concrete shock, Now I run the whole block with a bolt-lock pop. You don’t know the nights I bled, You don’t know the words unsaid, Same stairs where the angels fled, Same block gave life to the man I bred. Concrete cradle… steel-grey bed… But I rise like smoke from the dreams I shed. Now the floodlights hit and the mandem watch, From the roof to the roots I repaired that notch. This is block-born pride and the streets I clocked — ‘Cause I came from the bottom bruv… Now I’m Master of the Tower Block.