[Producer Tag Prompt: autism on the beat – whispered, distorted, echoey] "TIZM ON THA TRACK" [Intro] Yo, it’s the return of the grimy, the city’s pulse in my veins, Concrete sirens wail, I’m the nightmare that the night sustains. From the block to the booth, I turn pain into powder, Super‑gangsta brutal flow—turn it up, feel the power. [Verse 1] I’m creepin’ through the shadows, steel tucked in my waist, Every step a warning, every breath a taste of hate. Got the grind in my blood, hustle in my stride, Loyalty’s the code, betrayal just ain’t allowed to ride. Chrome on the whip, ice on my wrist, We rise from the ashes, we persist, we persist. [Hook] We the bad‑ass, super‑gangsta, hear the bass just shake the floor, From the underground to the sky‑line, we demand a little more. Gold teeth glisten, hearts made of steel, When the beat drops heavy, the real ones kneel. [Verse 2] Paper chasin’, night ridin’, watch the shadows stretch and crawl, Every corner’s a story, every scar’s a lesson, standing tall. We flip the script, turn the pain into platinum rhyme, Got the street’s respect, we run this town, one bar at a time. No fake fronts, just truth in the booth, When the world gets cold, we bring the heat, we speak the truth. [Bridge] So raise your fists if you feel the grind, if you’ve survived the fight, We the voice of the voiceless, turnin’ darkness into light. One life, one mic, we blaze the trail, Super‑gangsta forever—yeah, we prevail. [Outro] Fade out with the echo of the block, the beat still poundin’ low, Remember the names, remember the struggle, watch the legends grow.
