Ashes of the Crown

Born in the Bronx, where the concrete cracked dreams Pianists scratching records, turning pain into beans Rhythms pulse like a heartbeat, in the dead of night Spitting truths over bass lines, igniting the fight From block parties to cyphers, words weave like a spell DJ cuts the vinyl, sampling stories we tell Drum machines thunder, echo the struggle we face Rhyme stacked like bricks in this urban maze Emotional fire, confessions from the soul's deep well Hip-hop's the voice when the silence would yell Ribbon flow, rhyme and soul, over beats that don't quit It's both, but we're warriors, we own every bit Sample the past, remix the pain into gold Beat-driven anthems, stories untold Hip-hop rise, from the streets to the throne In every block, we claim our own Turn tables spin like fate in the DJ's hands Loops of legends building castles and sands Bass heavy waves crash, drown the doubt in the crowd Rap of redemption, screaming our vows out loud From old school breaks to trap snares that snap We craft originals no map just a clap Introspective nights confide in the mic's glow Energetic pulses with the wild rivers flow Poetic justice in every syllable's bend Hip-hop's the healer, the fighter The friend Slow it down, feel the groove in the lo-fi Samples whisper growths of yesterday's blaze Confidence rise through the digital storm Urban echoes, transforming the norm One drop of the needle and the world's rearranged Rhymes eternal, forever unchained Energetic fire, streetwise and raw Vocals ride the wave, breaking every law From 1970's to the global gloom Hip-hop's the rhythm Hip-hop's the rhythm The spell in the gloom We build the beats Lay your dreams on the track No chains can hold what the spirits unpack Emotional depth in the hooks that we chase Rapping our hearts into infinite space Ribbon flow, rhyming soul over beats that don't quit It's both but we're warriors, we own every bit We mix the pain into gold Beat driven anthems, stories untold Hip-hop rides from the streets to the throne in every bar We claim our own fade out on the scratch but the echo remains Hip-hop rides from the streets to the throne in every bar We claim our own fade out on the scratch but the echo remains Forever breaking all chains Hip-hop rides from the streets to the throne in every bar We claim our own fade out on the scratch but the echo remains Hip-hop rides from the streets to the throne in every bar We claim our own fade out on the scratch but the echo remains Hip-hop rides from the streets to the throne in every bar We claim our own fade out on the scratch but the echo remains Hip-hop rides from the streets to the throne in every bar We claim our own fade out on the scratch but the echo remains Hip-hop rides from the streets to the throne in every bar We claim our own fade out on the scratch but the echo remains Hip-hop rides from the streets to the throne in every bar We claim our own fade out on the scratch but the echo remains Hip-hop rides from the streets to the throne in every bar We claim our own fade out on the scratch but the echo remains Hip-hop rides from the streets to the throne in every bar We claim our own fade out on the scratch but the echo remains Hip-hop rides from the streets to the throne in every bar We claim our own fade out on the scratch but the echo remains