Yo, this joint is straight fire. The beat be bumpin', got me movin' to it hard. The lyrics slappin'. This song is the perfect mood for a late night ride. If you wanna experience that street flow, then you need to this track.
- Straight up
- It's fire
What the CPC: Streets Be Wildin'
Yo, listen up. These days/Nowadays/Nowadays, the streets/this concrete jungle/these blocks ain't safe no more. It's like a warzone/straight outta hell/total chaos out there. Every corner you turn, somethin' wild is goin' down/gonna happen/could pop off. You gotta watch your back/be careful who you trust/keep it ???? cuz anybody could be a threat/you never know who's more info for real/playin'/bout that life .
It's sad/That's the truth/Ain't no joke that we gotta live like this/to constantly be on guard/like it's do or die. We deserve better/need to change this situation/gotta find a way out.
Crawl The Streets: Freestyle Session
Yo, last afternoon, we rolled upon a wild freestyle jam . In an alley , some cats were spitting fire . It was off the hook. The atmosphere was undeniable. I couldn't help but groove.
- Let me tell you, , some of these lyricists were straight up talented.
- No cap, I was blown away by the rhymes.
It's dope to see talent like this. Keep it up , artists ! The world needs more of this.
Sneakin' in the Night : Slidin' Through the Streetz
Yo, dis town be pumped up at night. The lamps cast long shapes that dance on the concrete. We're a ghost, vanishin' into the gloom. Keepin' it on the DL, avoidin' any hassle. Eyes peeled|Sharp as a tack|, I be watchin' every street. You never know who or nothin' be lurkin' in the shadows. It's a different world out here, but that's just how we roll.
G-Flow: Crepin On The Blocks
Yo, this ain't no fairy tale, this is the real deal. Straight from the gutters, where the hustle never sleeps. We talkin' 'bout Ghetto Flow, that raw rhythm that keeps your head noddin'. It's a journey told through lyrics, paintin' pictures of struggle.
- Every word got meaning, yo
- You gotta feel it in your bones, you dig?
We rollin' through these streets, eyes open wide, hearts beatin' fast. This ain't no place for the soft. But for those who stay true to their roots, this is where we find our home.
Dark Nights, City Lights: Kreepin' Through The Streetz
Yo, check it. The/This/That night be fallin' quick, but the city's still bumpin'. Lights are blazin', reflectin'/flashin'/shimmerin' off the/each/every puddle like a million tiny diamonds. Walkin'/Cruisin'/Strollin' down these streets, you can feel the energy/vibe/pulsation in the air, like/almost like/sort of like a heartbeat. It's intense/electric/charged, man. Gotta keep your eyes/head/mind on the/your/its prize, cuz this concrete jungle can be a/some/total wild ride.
You/We/I gotta watch/stay/look out for the shady characters, the ones hidin' in the/these/those shadows. They be lookin' to take/steal/score. But/Yet/Still, there's beauty in this darkness too, you know? The way the/a/some streetlights paint the/everything/your face, like/almost like/sort of like a masterpiece. It's wild.
- Sometimes/Every now and then/ A few times/Occasionally, you see a soul/someone/a figure just standin' there, watchin' the world go by. Like they're lost/in thought/thinkin' about somethin' deep. Maybe they got a story to tell, a secret to keep.
- Maybe/Who knows/ maybe that's what makes these city streets so fascinatin'/intriguin'/captivatin'. Every/All/Each corner holds a mystery, a new adventure waitin' to be discovered.