Yo, this joint is straight fire. The beat be bumpin', got me jumpin' to it hard. The lyrics slappin'. This jam is the perfect atmosphere for a late night cruise. If you wanna experience that street flow, then yo gotta this track.
- For real
- It's fire
The CPC Situation: Ain't No Safety
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 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 , these dudes were spitting bombs . It was intense . The energy was contagious . I couldn't help but tap my feet .
- You know what I'm sayin', some of these MCs were totally skilled .
- Word to your mother, , I was amazed by the flow .
It's refreshing to see creativity like this. Keep it strong, poets! The world needs more of this.
Sneakin' in the Night : Kreepin' Through the Streetz
Yo, dis jungle be pumped up at night. The flickerin' bulbs cast shadows that dance on the concrete. I'm a phantom, disappearin' into the night. Keepin' it hush-hush, skippin' any drama. Eyes peeled|Sharp as a tack|, I be scannin' every street. You never know who or nothin' be lurkin' in the deep end. It's a wild world out here, but that's just how we live.
G-Flow: Crepin On The Blocks
Yo, this ain't no sunshine walk, this is the real deal. Straight from the hood, where the hustle hard never sleeps. We talkin' 'bout Ghetto Flow, that raw sound that keeps your soul movin'. It's a story website told through lyrics, paintin' pictures of the daily grind.
- Every word got meaning, yo
- You gotta feel it in your bones, you dig?
We walkin' through these avenues, eyes open wide, hearts beatin' fast. This ain't no place for the soft. But for those who hustle to their roots, this is where we make a stand.
Gloomy Streets, Electric Dreams: 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 dazzling 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 trippy.
- 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.