Yo, this the pavement symphony, cold wind and chemistry, Dusty crates, razor plates, I carve rhymes with energy. City shadows flicker off the corner store glass, I lace truth in my bars like fingerprints from the past. [Verse 1.] I’m from where the sirens sing lullabies at dawn, Concrete prophets scribblin’ psalms on the wall torn. Mind sharp as box cutters, flow like cracked water, Every verse a courtroom scene, I’m the last author. Blueprints of crime scenes ink my composition, My diction’s friction — sparks under suspicion. Street logic coded deep in my diction’s algorithm, I move precision, like vinyl needle’s incision. No fiction — my rhymes bleed real through the static, Every syllable crafted, mathematical, emphatic. I’m the ghost in the tape hiss, truth in the grime, The reason that the underground still values the rhyme. [Hook/Chorus.] (Yeah!) I walk the streets of iron — mind stay defiant, (Yeah!) I walk the streets of iron — mind stay defiant, (Yeah!) I walk the streets of iron — mind stay defiant, (Yeah!) I walk the streets of iron — mind stay defiant, [Verse 2.] My notebook’s a weapon, ink bleeds like confession, Every line a lesson in calculated aggression. I channel raw essence through pressure and pain, Got bars forged in weather that corrodes the insane. Microphone assassin, syllables slashin’, Rhymes sharper than shattered glass in the passion. Old soul trapped in a tape deck’s echo, Still flippin’ dusty jazz loops like it’s techno. I pen scriptures for the block philosophers, Verbal cartographers chartin’ the metropolis. Every metaphor’s a monument — immortal, colossal, My cadence sculpted from struggle and gospel. [Bridge.] No shortcuts, no trends, just truth and the pen, Boom bap renaissance born again and again. A cipher’s cathedral — I preach from the drum, Legacy heavy like smoke in my lungs. [Hook/Chorus.] (Yeah!) I walk the streets of iron — mind stay defiant, (Yeah!) I walk the streets of iron — mind stay defiant, (Yeah!) I walk the streets of iron — mind stay defiant,
