Hustle Alone
Crateside Prophet
Boom Bap Rap
About
Hard-hitting boom kick patterns lock with crisp bap snare hits across a swung rhythm groove, driven by chopped soul loops and thick vinyl texture. Dusty jazz samples crackle beneath minimalist basslines while the raw delivery captures the endless street grind. Lo-fi MPC warmth and punchy uncompressed drums evoke late-90s New York hustle from start to resolved final chorus.
Lyrics
Shadow stretch long on these cracked avenues Pacing the blocks where the dreamers pay dues I dare get up uh pull me back to the grind Heart pumping fire through a weary mind Woke up chasing that paper again Stats in my vision, but the struggle don't Dodging the pitfalls, I swallow the weak Turning the pressure to fuel that I seek Late nights, plotting with nothing to lose Building from scraps, what the world want Askew sweat on my brow as the city stays cold Hustle in veins, turning stories to This is the hustle that breaks and remakes Pushing through doubt when the whole world shakes Rise, with a hunger that never subsides Grinding forever till the spirit decides Hustling pretty is raw and it's real, tear it through Silence with iron will let me scar Earned in the fight for the throne Hustle alone till the light finds its zone Memories linger with empty hands Bare now, filling them up with the weight Of my life All my shared friends fall away when the road gets too steep Left with the fire that refuses to sleep Clock keeps ticking, but I bend in my way Turning the losses to lessons that stay streets Whisper warnings, but I walk through the storm Hustle my anthem and never fall Tired of the cycle yet locked in a race Anger ignites when they doubt my place Pushing past limits the body can't take Hustle the only escape that won't break From the bottom I claw with a grip that won't fail Turning the pain into winning myself Hustle my legacy till the last dawn Hustle my legacy till the last dawn Memories linger with empty hands Bare now, filling them up with the weight Of my shared friends Fall away when the road gets too steep Left with the fire that refuses to sleep Clock keeps ticking, but I bend in my way Turning the losses to lessons that stay streets Whisper warnings, but I walk through the storm Hustle my anthem and never fall Memories linger with empty hands Bare now, filling them up with the weight Memories linger with empty hands Bare now, filling them up with the weight of my shared friends Fall away when the road gets too steep Left with the fire that refuses to sleep Clock keeps ticking, but I bend in my way Turning the losses to lessons that stay streets Memories linger with empty hands Bare now, filling them up with the weight of my shared friends Fall away when the road gets too steep Left with the fire that refuses to sleep Clock keeps ticking, but I bend in my way Turning the losses to lessons that stay streets Whisper warnings, but I walk through the storm Clock keeps ticking, but I bend in my way Turning the losses to lessons that stay streets Whisper warnings, but I walk through the storm Hustle my anthem and never fall Memories linger with empty hands Bare now, filling them up with the weight of my shared friends Clock keeps ticking, but I bend in my way Turning the losses to lessons that stay streets
Hustle Alone
Crateside Prophet
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