(Verse 1) Yo, I rise from the concrete jungle, heart full of fire Hustle and grind, never tire, reachin' higher Streets my canvas, stories my paint, Every verse a battle, every line a gain (Chorus) I'm a lyrical assassin, wordsmith supreme Spit fire on the track, a lyrical dream From the depths of the city, I ascend and shine Leave a mark on the world, one rhyme at a time (Verse 2) Born in the struggle, raised on the streets Saw the pain, the joy, the bitter defeats But I found my voice, a...