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Yo, in the city where the streets talk, Beats walk, The rhymes unlock, on the block, Old school vibes, where the essence meets, To be an MC, in a narrow street. Rhymes intricate, like a puzzle to solve, Spittin' bars so smooth, of the soul. From hidden blocks, to the walks in the dim lights, The essence of hip-hop, in every bar I recite. What it takes to be an MC, Not just words on a beat, But to be, in the moment, take a seat, Crafting rhymes, from the heartbeat, Old school flow in the veins, remains. Chains and gold flicker in the dark, Outside is a world to take part. Back in the days when it all began, No gimmicks, just raw, that's the master plan, Lyrical gods, like a bad-boy's stance, Flow so cold, it makes the crowd dance. It's not just about the mic and the stage, But the stories we tell, like flipping a page, In the era of boom-bap, where the realness prevails, Spitting knowledge, dropping gems in tales. Freestyling, no script to read, From the golden era, planting lyrical seed, A cold beat, the heartbeat of the street, I'm here to preach, about the life, In hidden hive. Words reach under the hidden hive. Rhyme, patterns intricate, on the wall with spray, From the underground up, we stand in the tale. Just the essence of rap, Where paths overlap. Yo, in the city where the streets talk, Beats walk, The rhymes unlock, on the block. Back in the days when it all began, No gimmicks, just raw, that's the master plan, Lyrical gods, like a bad-boy's stance, Flow so cold, it makes the crowd dance. It's not just about the mic and the stage, But the stories we tell, like flipping a page, In the era of boom-bap, where the realness prevails, Spitting knowledge, dropping gems in tales. Freestyling, no script to read, From the city where the streets talk, Beats walk, The rhymes unlock, on the block, Old school vibes, where the essence meets, To be an MC, in a narrow street. Rhymes intricate, like a puzzle to solve, Spittin' bars so smooth, of the soul. From hidden blocks, to the walks in the dim lights, The essence of hip-hop, in every bar I recite.

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Cipher on the mic, breaking it down, Feel the rhythm pound. From the struggles to the... Cipher on the mic, breaking it down, Feel the rhythm pound. From the struggles of the street to the glitz and the crown. Yo, they call me Cipher, the rhyme supplier, Spittin' words hotter than the city on fire. In the concrete jungle where dreams aspire, I navigate the beats, I'm the streetwise squire. Cipher on the mic, breaking it down, Feel the rhythm pound. Cipher on the mic, breaking it down, Feel the rhythm pound. Cipher on the mic, breaking it down, Feel the rhythm pound. Cipher on the mic, breaking it down, Feel the rhythm pound. From the struggles on the street to the glitz and the crown, I paint life with a lyrical sound. A tale of two worlds, poverty and gold, Money, power, respect, the triple crown, But in the pursuit, many souls drown. Through the beats and rhymes, I wear my own crow, In the cipher of life, I'll never back down. back down. In the cipher of life, I'll never back down. Cipher on the mic, breaking it down, Feel the rhythm pound. In the cipher of life, I'll never back down. Cipher on the mic, breaking it down, Feel the rhythm pound. In the cipher of life, I'll never back down. They call me Cipher, the rhyme supplier, Spittin' words hotter than the city on fire. In the concrete jungle where dreams aspire, I navigate the beats, I'm the streetwise squire. Cipher on the mic, breaking it down, Feel the rhythm pound. Cipher on the mic, breaking it down, Feel the rhythm pound. From the struggles of the street to the glitz and the crown. I paint life with a lyrical sound. A tale of two worlds, poverty and gold, Money, power, respect, the trip To the pursuit, many souls drown. Through the beats and rhymes, I wear my own crow, In the cipher of life, I'll never back down. Police sirens wail, echoes in the night, In the struggle for justice, we continue to fight, for our lives. The rhyme supplier, Spittin' words hotter than the city on fire. In the concrete jungle where dreams aspire, I navigate the beats, I'm the streetwise squire. Cipher on the mic, breaking it down, Feel the rhythm pound. Cipher on the mic, breaking it down, Feel the rhythm pound. Cipher on the mic, breaking it down, Feel the rhythm pound. From the struggles on the street to the glitz and the crown, I paint life with a lyrical sound. A tale of two worlds, poverty and gold, Money, power, respect, the triple crown, But in the pursuit, many souls drown. Through the beats and rhymes, I wear my own crow, In the cipher of life, I'll never back down. back down.

Navigating these gritty streets, Fidget spin, life's a spin, every move's a legacy. From the stoop to the corner, of the old, City whispers tales of silver and gold. Chillin' on the block, where the shadows converse, Every step's a universe. Fidget spin in my hand, reflecting street lights, Life's a puzzle, every piece has got its own fights. Chillin' on the block, where the shadows converse, Every step's a universe. Fidget spin in my hand, reflecting street lights, Life's a puzzle, every piece got its own fights. Fidget spin, street life's constant win, In the hustle and grind, in the mind. From the corners to the alleys, where the secrets hide. Chillin' on the block, where the shadows converse, Every step's a universe. Fidget spin in my hand, reflecting street lights, Life's a puzzle, every piece got its own flights, fights. Fidget spin, street life's constant win, In the hustle and grind, in the mind. From the corners to the alleys, where the secrets hide. Let the streets be my guide. The story lies in the rhyme Signs, where the city clocks chime. Survival of the fittest, on this urban frontier, Fidget spin, find balance, conquer the fear. In the cipher of the pavement, where legends are born, Fidget spin, find peace in the chaos and scorn. Chillin' on the block, where the shadows converse, Every step's a universe. Chillin' on the block, where the shadows converse, Every step's a universe. Chillin' on the block, where the shadows converse, Every step's a universe. Chillin' on the block, where the shadows converse, Every step's a universe. Fidget spin in my hand, reflecting street lights, Life's a puzzle, every piece got its own flights, fights. Fidget spin, street life's constant win, In the hustle and grind, in the mind. From the corners to the alleys, where the secrets hide. Let the streets be my guide. Chillin, chillin. Navigating these gritty streets, Fidget spin, life's a spin, every move's a legacy. From the stoop to the corner, of the old, City whispers tales of silver and gold. Chillin' on the block, where the shadows converse, Every step's a universe. Fidget spin in my hand, reflecting street lights, Life's a puzzle, every piece has got its own fight.

Yo, it's the right sound, boom bap profound, In the city streets where dreams are under the ground. No bad vibes, but I flip my own script, Spittin' truths on the mic, every line, every bit. I hustle hard, grindin' in the shadows, In the concrete jungle where the streets are my battles. Life's a puzzle, tryna find the right pieces, Strugglin' for success, but my hunger never ceases. Situation here is a win-win, another vinyl is up for a spin, Every step I take a breath, it's a new path. From the bottom to the top, gotta climb the ladder, Through the pain and the rain, it doesn't really matter. Rhymes sharp, like a blade in the cipher, In this rap game, I'm the lyrical sniper. It's the right sound, boom bap profound, In the city streets where dreams are under the ground. It's the right sound, boom bap profound, In the city streets where dreams are under the ground. No bad vibes, but I flip my own script, Spittin' truths on the mic, every line, every bit. It's the right sound, boom bap profound, In the city streets where dreams are under the ground. No bad vibes, but I flip my own script, Spittin' truths on the mic, every line, every bit. Situation here is a win-win, another vinyl is up for a spin, Every step I take a breath, it's a new path. From the bottom to the top, gotta climb the ladder, Through the pain and the rain, it doesn't really matter. Rhymes sharp, like a blade in the cipher, In this rap game, I'm the lyrical sniper.

Yo, kickin' it oldschool, in my own style of the vibe, Where the real ones reside, by my side. I let the flame ignite in my heart. Chillin' in the city, under streetlight Light, gleam, Spittin' raw verses, in this hip-hop dream. No gimmicks, just the essence in my rhyme, Ghost of the city's spirit guides me every damn time. Novelty in the rhythm, feel the street heat, Oldschool beats, like a heart's steady treat. Noone's influence in every word I spray, only mine Freestylin' the past of a modern time. Here legends are born, In the cipher, my rhymes are torn. Breakdancers groovin', DJ's mixin' the beat, Elevate the game, make the city street, fleet. No scripts, just the raw and uncut, The new era, where the real heads strut. From the boombox echoes to the vinyl spin, In the freestyle zone, let the era begin. I'm in the cipher, under city lights, Novelty flows, takin' timeless flights. No pen, just the thoughts in my dome, Oldschool spirit, makes the microphone roam. Break it down, no chains on my mind, Spirit wisdom, in every line I find. In this freestyle, like a lyrical spree, Novelty's the key, set the rhythm free. Novelty's the key, Out here, where the classics meet, My only echo in the concrete beat. No rehearsal, just the raw and real, In the freestyle, let the true heads feel.

These streets, they talk, whispers in the shadows, Dreams rise and fall like the dice in the ghettos. From the pavement to a symphony of struggle, Survival in the hustle, where the dreams are gone, forever in a bottle. I've been running round the city to hide from trouble. Raised by the struggle, in the darkness I hide and roam, Concrete jungle, every street's a different poem. Theese streets tell tales, graffiti on the walls, From the projections to the boom-bap we rise, never fall. From the projections to the boom-bap we rise, never fall. The struggle's a melody, beats in every stride, From the corners to the skyline, we're on this ride. No silver spoons, just dreams in our pockets, In these streets, we hustle, unlocking life's lockets. These streets, they talk, whispers in the shadows, Dreams rise and fall like the dice in the ghettos. These streets, they talk, whispers in the shadows, Dreams rise and fall like the dice in the ghettos. These streets, they talk, whispers in the shadows, Dreams rise and fall like the dice in the ghettos. These streets, they talk, whispers in the shadows, Dreams rise and fall like the dice in the ghettos. From the pavement to a skyline of symphony of struggle, Survival in the hustle, where the dreams are gone, forever in a trouble. These streets, they talk, whispers in the shadows, Dreams rise and fall like the dice in the ghettos. From the pavement to a symphony of struggle, Survival in the hustle, where the dreams are gone, forever in a bottle. I've been running round the city to hide from trouble. Raised by the struggle, in the darkness I hide and roam, Concrete jungle, every street's a different poem. Broken streetlights flicker, shadows dance in the night, In the city's heartbeat, searching for the light. Cruising down the avenue, Chasing dreams with no breaks Theese streets tell the tales, graffiti on the walls, From the projections to the boom-bap we rise, never fall.

Big dreams in the alleys where the streetlights flicker, Every step I take, my soul gets a little thicker. Lost in the rhythm of the urban rhyme, In the corner of my mind, I find the real me, struggling to be. Corners where the echoes of the city sing, Hustle in the air, like a puppet on a string. Life's a maze, but I'm chasing my own pace. No place to be, but to flee from all the bad things. Striving for the top, but the climb ain't easy, On these corners, where the air is breezy. Fade away, i create, the city's distant voice, Where there's always a choice. Rejoyce and live in the moment, it's there to be, And the words of yours, they don't trouble me. Big dreams in the alleys where the streetlights flicker, Every step I take, my soul gets a little thicker. Lost in the rhythm of the urban rhyme, In the corner of my mind, I find the real me, struggling to be. Big dreams in the alleys where the streetlights flicker, Every step I take, my soul gets a little thicker. Lost in the rhythm of the urban rhyme, In the corner of my mind, I find the real me, struggling... Big dreams in the alleys where the streetlights flicker, Every step I take, my soul gets a little thicker. Lost in the rhythm of the urban rhyme, In the corner of my mind, Ii find the real me, struggling... Big dreams in the alleys where the streetlights flicker, Every step I take, my soul gets a little thicker. Lost in the rhythm of the urban rhyme, In the corner of my mind, Ii find the real me, struggling to be.

In the land of the free, where dreams are sold, Where hope is scarce, and the streets are cold, I walk with a heart of gold, but a soul that's old, And the weight of the world, it's hard to hold. I'm the voice of the people, the king of the rhyme, My words are my power, my weapon all the time, My rhymes, they're my legacy, my story to find, I'm Lord Nap the poet, the king of the mind. I speak truth to power, and call out the lies, I'm not afraid to stand up, and fight for what's right, My rhymes are my mirror, reflecting the plight, Of those who suffer, and struggle in the night. My heart is heavy, but my spirit is strong, And I won't rest until justice is done, I'll keep rapping, keep singing my song, Until the day, we're all truly one. In the land of the free, where dreams are sold, Where hope is scarce, and the streets are cold, I walk with a heart of gold, but a soul that's old, And the weight of the world, it's hard to hold. I'm the voice of the people, the king of the rhyme, My words are my power, my weapon all the time, My rhymes, they're my legacy, my story to find, I'm Lord Nap the poet, the king of the mind. I speak truth to power, and call out the lies, I'm not afraid to stand up, and fight for what's right, (My rhymes are my mirror, reflecting the plight, Of those who suffer, and struggle in the night.) In the land of the free, where dreams are sold, Where hope is scarce, and the streets are cold, I walk with a heart of gold, but a soul that's old, And the weight of the world, it's hard to hold. I'm the voice of the people, the king of the rhyme, My words are my power, my weapon all the time, My rhymes, they're my legacy, my story to find, I'm Lord Nap the poet, the king of the mind. I speak truth to power, and call out the lies, I'm not afraid to stand up, and fight for what's right. And the weight, heart is heavy and the spirit is strong I'll rap, keep singing my song, Until the day we're truly one. I'm Lord Nap the poet, the king of the mind. In the land of the free, where dreams are sold, Where hope is scarce, and the streets are cold, I walk with a heart of gold, but a soul that's old, And the weight of the world, it's hard to hold. I'm the voice of the people, the king of the rhyme, My words are my power, my weapon all the time, My rhymes, they're my legacy, my story to find, I'm Lord Nap the poet, the king of the mind.

In ancient Egypt, they worshiped gods galore, Each one had a story, and a role to explore. From Ra the sun god, to Anubis the jackal, They were believed to have power, that was truly impeccable. But behind the stories, lies a deeper truth, A history of culture, mythology, and proof, Let's explore the gods of Egypt. In ancient Egypt, they worshiped gods galore, Each one had a story, and a role to explore. From Ra the sun god, to Anubis the jackal, They were believed to have power, that was truly impeccable. But behind the stories, lies a deeper truth, A history of culture, mythology, and proof, Let's explore the gods of Egypt. In ancient Egypt, they worshiped gods galore, Each one had a story, and a role to explore. From Ra the sun god, to Anubis the jackal, They were believed to have power, that was truly impeccable. But behind the stories, lies a deeper truth A history of culture, mythology, and proof Let's explore the gods of Egypt. In ancient Egypt, they worshiped gods galore, Each one had a story, and a role to explore. From Ra the sun god, to Anubis the jackal, They were believed to have power, that was truly impeccable. But behind the stories, lies a deeper truth. A history of culture, mythology, and proof, Let's explore the gods of Egypt. And the secrets they hold, And shed light on the beliefs, that were once untold. The gods were believed, to control the natural world, To bring life, death, and rebirth, as they unfurled. They were said to protect, the people from the harm, And provide guidance, through the highs and the alarm. In ancient Egypt, they worshiped gods galore, Each one had a story, and a role to explore. From Ra the sun god, to Anubis the jackal, They were believed to have power, that was truly impeccable. But behind the stories, lies a deeper truth, A history of culture, mythology, and proof, Let's explore the gods of Egypt. In ancient Egypt, they worshiped gods galore Each one had a story, and a role to explore From Ra the sun god, to Anubis the jackal , They were believed to have power, that was truly impeccable. But behind the stories, lies a deeper truth A history of culture, mythology, and proof Let's explore the gods of Egypt. In ancient Egypt, they worshiped gods galore Each one had a story, and a role to explore From Ra the sun god, to Anubis the jackal They were believed to have power, that was truly impeccable But behind the stories, lies a deeper truth A history of culture, mythology, and proof Let's explore the gods of Egypt. In ancient Egypt, they worshiped gods galore Each one had a story, and a role to explore From Ra the sun god, to Anubis the jackal They were believed to have power, that was truly impeccable But behind the stories In ancient Egypt, they worshiped gods galore Each one had a story, and a role to explore From Ra the sun god, to Anubis the jackal They were believed to have power, that was truly impeccable But behind the stories, lies a deeper truth A history of culture, mythology, and proof Let's explore the gods of Egypt. And secrets they hold And shed light on the beliefs, that were once untold The gods were believed, to control the natural world To bring life, death, and rebirth, as they unfurled They were said to protect, the people from the harm And provide guidance, through the highs and the alarm But behind the stories, lies a deeper truth A history of culture, mythology, and proof Let's explore the gods of Egypt. And secrets they hold A shed on light onto beliefs There were once told the gods were represented, in art and in stone Their images still stand, as symbols of power and throne (Their stories were told, in hieroglyphs and in verse) And passed down through time, for better or for worse

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