Raise the Bar

[Verse 1] Picture my pen like a sword, slicing through the fabric of time, Writing scriptures that align with the stars, let me redefine. Born in the struggle, where the concrete taught survival, My words rival the Bible, my rivals pray for revival. The hood symphony, trumpets from shattered windows, Echoes of sirens mixed with dreams of Benzes and limos. Young kings with crowns tilted, sipping knowledge from grails, Trying to avoid cells, where every sentence prevails. I seen the block’s ambition turn to addiction’s curse, While my verses reverse the pain, immerse the universe. A hustler’s hymn, every line’s a vivid memoir, The mic is my throne, homie, I came to raise the bar. [Chorus: Sung] We’ve been climbing from the dark, reaching for the stars, Writing truth in every verse to heal these scars. From the streets to the cyphers, yeah, we came this far, Hip hop’s salvation—we raise the bar. [Verse 2] From Queensbridge balconies to the corners of Brooklyn, The story cooks in the pot, listen to how the hooks blend. Word to Biggie, Pac, and the legends that paved lanes, We inherit the throne, spitting flames to engrave names. Graffiti scriptures on walls, the voice of a lost tribe, Where mothers cry and youngers die, the system’s a false guide. My flow’s a lifeboat in the flood of oppression, Every bar’s confession, every rhyme’s a lesson. Invest in the essence, the spirit of the boom-bap, I resurrect the culture, let’s bring the truth back. In a world of cap and gimmicks, I’m the raw scar, Authentic in every line—yeah, I raise the bar. [Chorus: Sung] We’ve been climbing from the dark, reaching for the stars, Writing truth in every verse to heal these scars. From the streets to the cyphers, yeah, we came this far, Hip hop’s salvation—we raise the bar. [Bridge: Spoken] This ain’t just rap—this is revolution. Every beat, every rhyme is a piece of history. Let’s take it higher. [Verse 3] They said the game’s dying, but I’m here with the remedy, Rhymes heavy as memories, cutting through like machetes be. I’m a visionary, painting pictures vivid as Basquiat, Illmatic precision, my mission is what the prophets got. Resurrect the golden era, give these youngers direction, Every line’s perfection, my flow is natural selection. Evolution of thought, I’m building bridges with scars, From project hallways to stages—I raise the bar. I’m the truth in the booth, no facade in my presence, Every rhyme a weapon, every line a new lesson. My destiny’s written in stars, I’m who they par, This ain’t just a verse, my G—I came to raise the bar. [Chorus: Sung] We’ve been climbing from the dark, reaching for the stars, Writing truth in every verse to heal these scars. From the streets to the cyphers, yeah, we came this far, Hip hop’s salvation—we raise the bar. [Outro: Spoken] It’s not about where we started—it’s where we’re going. This is the culture. This is the movement. We raise the bar.